Recalculating

Recently I’ve felt some desperation about my destination.
“Are we there yet?”
“He pinched me.”
“How many more miles before we get there?”
“I’m hungry.”

Recently I’ve felt some desperation about my destination.
“Are we there yet?”
“He pinched me.”
“How many more miles before we get there?”
“I’m hungry.”

Ever since I turned… oh, perhaps 55… I’ve felt a weird sense of urgency.
“Urgency” as in “time is running out”.
I feel as if I have these things I want to do during my life, but I’m stalled… and I’m running out of time.
Do you ever feel like that?

“Think big thoughts but relish small pleasures.” ~ H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
Today is the last day of September. There are 92 days left of this year (2014).
I set some goals at the beginning of the year. Small goals… and I didn’t carry out any of them.
With time a-wasting, I’ve been thinking about goals this week. What keeps me from reaching them?

Today was Day One of a new workout program… but before I could begin my workout, I spent 15 minutes clearing a space in what is supposedly a dedicated “workout room”.
Next on my agenda was to do a little writing…. but my laptop battery was dead. I pulled out an extra laptop that belongs to an organization I work for, and… I couldn’t find my mouse.
Are you seeing a pattern yet?

I haven’t written for a while.
I debated on whether to admit that.
If you follow my blog, then it’s obvious. (And you’re thinking “Duh!”) If you do NOT follow my blog, then you’re a stranger and I have just admitted I’m less than perfect. Disorganized. Not truly committed.
Or perhaps I’m not that different from you.
Perhaps I’m simply afraid.