Christmas Day has come and gone - I am five pairs of socks more... sockful?
This past Christmas has been humbling. My head's not exactly where I want it to be and I've only got myself to... blame(?) for that. I've really been slacking in a number of departments and I think it's about time I pulled up my socks*... Over the next (undisclosed period of time) I have got to step back and really make some firm decisions about where I'm going to go, what I'm going to do. There are so many options and I'm just now realizing how scarce time is as a commodity.
It's not that I'm on my death bed or anything - it's just that so many things that I'd like to do involve other people. Since their lives are taking them to and fro as well, it's awfully hard to co-ordinate all of the schedules to make everything work out.
This is not rocket science. This is not profound, poignant or groundbreaking. I just didn't see it coming, is all.
*good thing that I got so many for Christmas: I shall have tremendous opportunities to practice.
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socks are cool. and while constantly pulling them up is a bit of a hassle it is sometimes needed.
ps- this post is very 12-year-old-angsty-girl-esque. in case you didn't know :P
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