Monday, July 22, 2013

Petrified

It's late. I'm tired but still awake.

When I'm here, I can fill my day with everyone else's problems. They seem more real anyway. From here my problems seem self-imposed and frivolous.

I spent my day doing things for other people. I'm physically exhausted but my mind is full of thoughts. It feels like I'm out of time, like I have to grow up now. Time to move forward and start taking action. No more excuses. I've made it to 32 but have nothing to show for it.

I haven't done any work in a week. My glasses were smashed tonight and this allergy medicine keeps wearing off every four hours. Wednesday marks one month until my health insurance runs out. I have so many people to thank and so much work to do. I have to get up in four hours and take care of a child and my parents.

One day soon, I'm going to wake up to find that I am 80 years old.