Do you know something, I could really go for a cigaret. I don’t smoke mind you, I just… sometimes… feel like a soothing hit of nicotine would be just the thing to calm my nerves, help them feel less like the old, unraveling sweater they are these days.
Starting a business, whilst trying to find life direction is like sticking a fork in an already seedy road (which precariously teaters on a mountain side) every twenty five feet. It seems as though the moment you get things under controle, when your footing seems sure, the path is divided and you are left with a choice, left or right. This choice doesn’t seem all that difficult, but let me tell you, it is enough to make tiny gray hairs sprout with a vengeance.
I am the worst at making decisions, just awful, but you throw a curve ball at me and I become as useless as a turtle on it’s back (flailing limbs and all). The thing is, I am as cool as a cucumber so long as I am avoiding all of the things I need to get done. Currently, I need to research the NY Now show, it is simply too daunting, I will do it tomorrow. I also need to find a flight home for the holidays before prices sky rocket, however, looking for tickets in prime travel season will make you want to gouge your eyes out within five minutes. Also, can we just talk about how obnoxious it is when your phone reminds you every time you try to do anything that it is ‘running out of space’ and you should ‘visit your settings browser to remedy the situation’… the situation will not be remedied because I have to down load, upload, download, and upload, about a million photos so I can delete ONE ap! It is asinine.
None of these things are all that bad. I am simply overwhelmed by their monotony Which is why I would like a cigaret. An American Spirit please, in the light blue pack. Thank you ever so much.