I have this feeling that it’s too late.
Too late to dream, to have a new dream, to try again, to start over.
Time is running out, almost out, overtime.
Instead of it motivating me to do more, I am frozen stuck.
You would think I would feel like time is short and precious and be making the most of every minute. Not finishing A Million Little Things and not writing what burns inside. Not rewatching Brooklyn 99. Not not enjoying the every second.
Stuck Stuck Stuck in the “it’s just too late for everything I would like the chance to do.”
And there you have it. Nothing inspiring today.
(But I showed up again. And in a bit I will get on the yoga mat. So it’s too late but I haven’t totally given up?)
I’m catching up on these entries of Ooooof.