It’s 80 degrees outside and I feel heavy again.
I’m back to making lists. Lists of things that need to be done, things I want to do, things I want to have. People I want to see. Places I want to go.
Get a better paying job. Preferably one I can stand.
Lose ten pounds. Okay twenty.
Clean. Everything.
Make time for friends.
Make time for music.
Take chances.
But I really don’t know if I’m bold enough to check off that list.
I live almost entirely inside my head.
“I remained too much inside my own head and ended up losing my mind.” ~Edgar Allen Poe
