I want a lot of things, but I am still, even with this 'new attitude' of positivity, totally inept at achieving them.
My emotions seem to run around and around the gamut of my desire, swinging from 'Yes I'm gonna do this, and do it now!' to 'why the fuck should I bother?'
I wish I'd been sensible when I was younger. I wish I'd decided who I was much, much earlier. I yearn for that lost halcyon youth, as much as I curse some of the paths I took. Pointless and Pathetic. But I don't really see myself as pathetic - just lost.
Thank goodness for friends.
Anyway, enough frippery. I've nearly finished another short, and the sun is shining.