Holding on to the past

I don't know why.... sometimes I wake up and get really introspective....

Today, on my way to work I wondered what happened to the Fiona from 10 years ago. She was louder, fatter, sexier. Somewhere along the way, I've become more quiet, more subduded. I'm also skinnier, but that was unintentional weight loss, which is never a good thing.
*small sigh*

I wonder if I'm becoming more me now? That the Fiona from before was just responding to societal pressure to be ambitious, to be more modern, to be more adult? Or is it something that coems with every 20something's first decade of adulthood? This self awareness? I am hard pressed to tell... I know some 20somethings who became 30somethings and never changed. I am no longer in contact with these people.

The sentimental side of me wonders if I should have been more proactive as a teen, as a child, to scrapbook or keep mementoes. I think back on my childhood and realise I don't have many memories. I have a few vivid ones of momentous occasions, but in general just vague, happy memories. Should I start scrapbooking now? lol

Blogging started out as just an idle hobby. But on a few occasions past, I've gone back to see what I've written. Initially, it was just curiousity. But there's been a gradual change, I can see it. Perhaps this is my adult version of scrapbooking?


Ah well.