I always feel unfocused but I feel particularly lost at the moment. Things are not hopeless, but they are very unclear and I'm too afraid to commit to any sort of decision. One decision being moving back home. At this moment I'm torn 50/50. If I move I leave my loved ones but will be welcomed back by other loved ones. If I stay I continue to glide through life without being forced to make commitments. I need to start acting like a grown up if I want to be a grown up.
I guess I'll go read. I love that I've returned to pouring over pages and pages, even on Friday nights. Reminds me of when I was younger and would stay under the covers of my bed for hours reading as much as I could until my eyes wouldn't stay open anymore. I was kind of chunk then. I guess I need to start that running thing again. Bah.
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