Dear Self,
I feel impatient.
I feel like I want certain things to have happened, or be happening for me and they are not and I just hate waiting for it all to happen.
No particular thing is clear. I want more focus.
I’m all over the place.
Me, me, me.
I don’t know what to do with my privilege.
I don’t event know how to spell privilege. I want to put an ‘a’ in it. But I have a spell check that tells me I’m wrong.
I feel like there is nothing solid to stand on today.
This is a very important day not to take myself seriously.
This too shall pass.
Luke