The thing
The thing is that I've got this insatiable need to keep moving, keep finding excuses to change things,move up, throw things out, bring new things in, think too much about new stuff so I can forget about the old. Sometimes I feel like I'm not pushing myself fast or hard enough unless I'm barely keeping up. It's thrilling and exhausting and sometimes perfect in so many ways. It feels so wrong to just let everything go for a little while and let it be all right that I don't really know what I'm doing or where I'm going. It's this god damn competitive streak.