Why am I such a fail at life? I am seriously all talk and no action.
I talk about wanting to make every day count and getting out and doing things. I talk about wanting to make decisions about what I want to do with my life, but here we are almost half way through another year and nothing has changed.
Why am I so scared to take risks and try something new. I'm too comfortable in my little bubble. Just me and my cats.
I'm stuck in a rut and I can't see a way out. That's probably why I haven't been writing recently either. My inspiration is at an all time low.
I'm not even sure where I am going with this post, I just felt like writing...so I am.
