I’m not sure if that has been a good thing. I’ve been dwelling a bit on my mortality, and what legacy I’ll leave when I’m gone. Am I going to leave a lasting presence or just disappear into the obscurity of the world. I just look at everything that I’ve started, never finished and I see a great deal of things. It bothers me that I can’t seem to finish what I start. I get so gun-ho about this project or that writing piece and then my focus wanes and I end up doing something else. Even these other projects end up in a pile somewhere never finished. I am starting to wonder if I suffer from some sort of disorder. God knows that I have enough to fill one persons life, I’m not sure I could take having any more. I do know that I need to get off the proverbial “pot” and finish something, for once in my life at least. Though, I need to decide what. I would like to finish my nanowrimo novel from last year. To at least say that I finished something. Then maybe I’ll move to the next thing on my list. I hope that in finishing something, I’ll be able to carry on with that momentum. Maybe, I’ll feel like my life was worth something and would have meaning.

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