Having a crises about things that can mostly be defined as too much dreaming not enough doing. Sort of. Not enough doing in the right direction.
The rubber has met the metal but it's still a long way off from the road.
What's the problem? Where's the sticking point? Why are you procrastinating on this thing that you said that you wanted to do, like actually do?
Is it the task or the totality of the thing that's holding you back? What about this spoken for future are you having trouble coming to grips with? You said you wanted this thing but now you're not doing the thing. You're not doing the thing. That's the problem, with everything. That you're not *doing* the thing.
Do you ever think that maybe the time has come for you to stop being uncomfortable. If discomfort is the only thing that you know, maybe finding a comfortable place to be, like chilling in the what is instead of the what could be, would be a beneficial thing to do with life and time.
What do you say, dog? Do you?
Dog says it's hot as balls in here and I couldn't disagree.
Jul 24, 2016
Metal meets the rubber; where's the road?
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