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My Mind Pie

So last week, I asked you all what the pie chart of your mental energies would look like: what do you spend your time thinking about?

Well. Amelia drew hers here.She compared it with ten years ago (or what she remembers from 10 years ago) and it was great. RIBBONS! (now you have to go read it to find out what that means).

And Thom emailed me this witty image:

But I had not shared my mind-pie with you. Until now. Here it is:

And here is my projected-memory of my 2001 brain. 
At the time, I was almost seventeen and in my last year of high school.

Now, I'm not going to do an entire breakdown. Mostly, it's self-evident. But I do think that it's important to note that the quality of some of these sub-categories have significantly improved, because that is not evident in the charts. I still think about boys and relationships a lot (probably too much), but in a very different way. It's not emotionally consuming anymore. At least right now. And there is far less daydreaming about a wedding with a faceless groom or romantic scenarios that have no place in reality. In the same way, my thoughts about friends and family are far more selfless than they used to be. Although not always. And Jesus/faith/church has a lot less guilt and noticeably more hope (as opposed to naive optimism).

Comment away. And please, keep sharing your pies! I'm really enjoying this.

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