I heard a story today of an old man who dropped dead in a hallway. Just now I was going through some old paperwork and found an invoice signed by one of the people who died here. All of a sudden I felt a jolt of realization in regard to my post yesterday. I knew that something felt wrong with saying "oh, I'll give it a year." One day you could just go to work like you always do and that would be that. Everything could be gone in an instant.

I'll admit it, I am famous for procrastination. There are so many things I want to do and to try and for some reason I just never do. I want to write a book but I'm scared and so I don't even start. I want to take classes and learn and try things and meet new people, and figure out what I'm supposed to do with my life. But I don't do any of that and I don't even know why. Maybe I'm afraid I won't like something or something won't like me, or who knows what. I have always been this way saying, "oh someday I'll do this." Well when exactly is that?   ¶ 1:56 PM