I didn’t sleep well last night, and as expected my mind’s been all over the place. Distracted, a drift and childish. The spiritual hangover for a manic weekend full of friends, fun, and creative inspiration. It was worth it I think, but it gave me some time to think.
When I think of fiction, I think of something with a plot. A series of events that have at least somewhat of a cause and effect relationship with each other. I also think of something that has a story. The physical and emotional transformation of one or more characters over the course of a plot.
I’m sure I’m not the first person to think that life is not so different. But lately the plot of my life is moving quicker than my story. As grateful as I am of the opportunities that are emerging there are moments where I truly don’t feel ready.
Today was long and tiring. I feel anxious because I’m doing too much, and I feel anxious I’m not doing enough.
These are the promises I kept to myself: 0
Total Kept: 12
The Promises I will keep tomorrow are:
- Morning Exercises (100 push ups, 100 crunches, 100 body squats)
- Program for at least an hour a night.
- Apply for at least One Job.