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It’s supposed to be easier than this. But it never seems to get easier. I guess the struggle is what I’m supposed to be enjoying, but I’m getting a bit old for tossing rolled up pieces of paper off the walls and grumbling curses under my breath. I’m totally focused, but bereft of ideas. Or I have topics galore, but can’t keep from being distracted by that piece of lint on the red carpet. My hair isn’t falling out but it’s going grey, and the more I talk the less people seem to understand what the hell I’ve driving at.  I want to take chances, but I’m too timid to push all the way through. I want to simplify things but I’m desperately afraid of boredom. So what can I do? Has anybody ever been here?

I may just scrap everything and start again. Or maybe not. Nobody expects anything, but I’m terrified of failing regardless. Why?

I need loud music with a good melody and a crushingly interesting book. I need a good long sleep. I need to decide whether to turn right or left out of the driveway before I start worrying about the first fork in the road. And lastly, I need to choose what I want to be when I grow up.

So how’s that for the friday afternoon confessional eh? No priest required, which is good ’cause most of them guys creep me out.

In a bit…

–tf