Life is all about choices, eh? Life is full of change?
Well, I'm sick of them. Done. Packing up. No more. Give me a good coma and let me be.
I feel pulled in a million directions. I feel like an awkward teenager. I feel misunderstood and misguided. I feel selfish. I feel dumb and too smart for my own good. I feel capable of doing everything and incapable of doing anything. I'm strong and weak, busy and idle, restrained and liberated. I feel overwhelmed by it all, tangled up in too much, surrounded by life-clutter that no amount of type-A anal-retentivity can begin to sweep up.
I am clearly not living up to the person I want to be, so I either have to shape up or lower my personal standards. Spring fever is burning me, I guess :)
What's got you tangled up these days?