I sit in class and wonder: Why am I wasting my time? I should be out enjoying life, earning money, writing the novel I've been meaning to write for the past four years, or out with the love of my life----the one I have yet to meet. I could be reading one of the many books I've been longing to read or listening to one of the many CDs I have yet to purchase or hanging out with friends at a hot jazz club or concert or club or party….There's just so many things that I would rather be doing with my time.
My eyes glaze over as I fantasize about how great life could be only if…Only if I had more time to write…Only if I was in love or a good relationship with someone who loved me…Only if I had more money…Only if I could be more disciplined and exercise…Only if…Only if…
*Originally Written: November 2005