Seeing as the this whole busted rib episode has slowed me down, I've had a lot of time to think.
Most of the time I try to drown out that voice in the back of my head that asks the hard questions. Like:
Is this all there is to life?
Am I on the right path?
Is this job what I want to do forever?
Should I aggressively try to build up my own grooming business and work for myself?
Should I try to be a serious blogger?
What alternatives are available to me?
Why was I born?
Where is the chocolate?
Most of the time I succeed in silencing the voice.
Its easy enough to do.
I put on a dvd. I read a book. I make things.
Just looking at my To Do list is enough to befuddle my brain into numbness.
But the questions remain. Lurking. Waiting for that moment I let my guard down and don't have a power tool or clippers in my hand to fend them off.
Really. What do I want to be when I grow up? I'm still asking myself that question. My body is slowly falling apart but my brain is still that of a lost 13 year old.
I've said this before and I stand by it: the more choices you have in life, the harder it is to make a decision.
I'm so lucky. I'm creative and there are so many things I love/like/want/enjoy doing. Its hard to pick just one and concentrate on it.
It irks me to see people with little talent and creativity make a success of their lives, but its cause they pick something and work at it. I take my creativity for granted... I can do almost anything I put my mind to, so I do something, master it, then move on.
Story of my life. Jack of all trades, master of none.
I do a little bit of everything and in the end, I get nowhere.
I can figure out how to do things and I can actually follow through with them. I even finish things
Now there's a hard question.