I think I am not doing enough.
I know I am not enough.
Once in a while, I get this inexplicably strong urge to do something daring in the belief that it will catapult my ordinary life to another titillating level. A level that is going to knock my socks off and leave me gasping for an ordinary life. I guess this is not unique to me. Everyone must get this feeling otherwise we will all rot in complacency.
Sometimes, I open a blank page on Word because I am besieged with a searing desire to write. And, hey, be mindful that THIS particular piece that I am about to write is not just another blah blah blah piece but this is going to be THE book that is the purpose of my life. And then I stare at white...
I've been feeling the need to go away on my own lately. Just up and go without a care in the world. Why wait for another friend to tag along. Why wait for Kayla to have free time. Why depend on someone else to make something happen. These are not questions I ask for they are declarations I make.
Behold my manacles! They are going to shatter and I will be on the move! I will seek to fill this void that is buried deep in the core of my being so that I will wobble no more!
Why the 'ell not!?!? I go!!!
Oh, but I gotta send Kayla to school first and attend to the gazillion pending things in the office.
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