The Art of Procrastination
Procrastination, a facet of my life that I excell at. But maybe just maybe the log jam is about to break, at least I have finally written a letter to a former co-worker that has been languishing beside the computer for about 11 months. Now maybe I can write a couple of more letters and get back into the appropriate frame of mind to write in the Tomb.
I have taken to creating a list of things to do in a steno notebook - a list of things I need to do for myself - does not include things I do for others. So far I am up to six pages of things to do, investigate or other wise accomplish. I suppose I could put the list here, but why would I and who would be interested in reading it?
I'm frustrated...physically and mentally and I need to release. When it comes down to it - I don't really know what I want or have ever wanted out of "Life". I've kept things hidden inside me for so long that I've lost it. Lost my soul, my "me". Maybe lost is too strong a word, perhaps I have misplaced it...like Anthony Quinn says to the Doctor, the wife of the Reporter when she questions him about Love etc in the movie The Shoes of the Fisherman...he says words to the effect that perhaps Love is not lost just misplaced and that all she has to do is find it once more...so maybe I haven't lost my "me", just misplaced it and have find it to truly know what will make me happy and content.
