Escape

Somehow I feel like I’ve been running from something. Though what that may be, I don’t have any clue. There’s so many distractions out there.

There’s so many stories. Including the ones we tell ourselves. The same reasons or excuses we make to not write that extra 2000 words, to get to dance practice, to make that thing that’s been sitting at the back of your mind since forever the unfinished projects oh the many many unfinished projects. The favorite excuse. The too many things to do just to focus on one single thing.

I sit here smoking yet the same last cigarette I told myself a million times before. New Years resolution I guess. Somehow though hope is still on the horizon. A bit chilly breathing down my back. 2020 here we come.

It’s time for a change. Better than we were yesterday. But still not where we want to be. Or is this exactly where we need to be?

Is it ok to just be?