Sick
Tomorrow will be a better day. I am consumed with that overwhelming weight that I have pushed aside all the tasks that I have been meaning to get done the past few days. I am not looking forward to tomorrow because with the day comes more things that I have avoided completing or starting. It is not simply the tasks that need to be done that I have procrastinated from doing. It is the lifestyle that I promised myself.
I have too many things too worry about to be sick right now. As much as I hate the mundane routine of everyday life, I want the ease and rewarding feeling that a well regimented plan provides.
What it comes down to is that I really do not know what I want.
What a surprise.
Yet again, I am left thinking I want one thing, but knowing I do not. So what's my conclusion? Nothing. I conclude nothing. Just go to sleep and wake up tomorrow with the same problem. Can you say "productive"?
I have too many things too worry about to be sick right now. As much as I hate the mundane routine of everyday life, I want the ease and rewarding feeling that a well regimented plan provides.
What it comes down to is that I really do not know what I want.
What a surprise.
Yet again, I am left thinking I want one thing, but knowing I do not. So what's my conclusion? Nothing. I conclude nothing. Just go to sleep and wake up tomorrow with the same problem. Can you say "productive"?