The countdown to 01/01/10 has commenced. Over the next month I will compile a list of all the things I have wanted to do in my life but have never gotten round to. It's easy to come up with reasons why not. It's easy to dawdle your life away. The honing of my procrastination skill set is one of the few achievements of my twenties.
What would my life be like if I stopped hiding? Where would it take me if I confronted my hopes and fears instead of fleeing them? Perhaps I will find my fears were unfounded and my life will swell with possibilities and prospects. Perhaps I will turn into some god-awful self-help shite spouting bell end. Perhaps that process is already underway.
Or maybe I will discover that I am immutable. Am I destined to spend my nights waiting tables, trundling home to wallow in my own inadequacies with a big glass of pinot in one hand, a joint in the other and a fading glint in my eyes that tells of long abandoned dreams? Not that I'm prone to melodramtic self-aggrandisement, you understand.
Whatever the outcome I intend to give this project my all. I have a problem seeing things through. I'm the archetypal drop out. But I will see this through.
Commitment - now that's something that scares me.
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