There are moments in the day when I think to myself: Yes--I can do this! Last night was slightly productive. I went to bed looking forward to today and woke up still feeling optimistic. But it is now after 8 (pm) and let's face it...I'm lacking all sense of reality. Because there are these other moments, like now, when I think to myself: I'm f#%*ed! It's impossible! On a daily basis I find myself stripped naked of time. Meanwhile, the knot in my stomach is growing. It is almost March.
It's my grandpa's birthday tomorrow. My grandma's throwing a birthday party for him, but they live two hours away. It's just another thing that gets in the way of everything else I should be doing. My grandpa's been sick lately. He might not be around next year.
Life does not wait. My other grandpa died 8 months ago. Life does not wait.