I’m getting older and accomplishing nothing.
So much time has gone to waste when I decide to sleep in, read novels, play on my phone or work. I’ve not made any inroads to advance my progress.
What progress? It is subjective.
Unfortunately, my yardstick to measure progress is vaguely long and intangible. Intangible’ meaning I don’t even have fucking a concrete idea on what I ought to be progressing on.
My relationships are deteriorating.
My interactions with people are based on my perceived notions, which may not be right 100% of the time. I behave so because I’m insecure and from that I’m possibly making irrational decisions which I will not regret. I will not admit regret because I also have a very large ego (very big for a small person).
So this business of living is…
Occasionally magical, mostly tiresome. I’ve reconciled and decide to delay my termination for another time. Questioning whether should I or should I not is time wasting and cowardly. At the mean time I’m just going to ignore this predicament and just tend to my cat and my tomato plants.
Reading a book and spending the day outside with someone you love are the rules for a perfect Analog Sunday.