Oh, the things I could do.

Dear Self,

There are so many things I could do.

There are also so many things I could not do. I have astronaut, balloon clown, surgeon, beautician and airline pilot on this list.

Working out what I could not do is not my problem.

Some days I’m ok with this and some days I decide it is really annoying.

On these days I like to remember the super privileged, middle class life I lead and focus my efforts on doing something, anything, of use to the world, instead of being a whinging arse.

It seems to work pretty well.