I’m all over the shop.

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.