Be Better

I am in a lull.

I am filled with mediocrity.

I should be better than what I am.

There is that saying about resting on one’s laurels, not that I have any laurels to rest on, but I should be doing so much more than I am.

More writing.  Finish that novel. Write more short stories.

More studying. Finish those N2 textbooks. Pass the next test.

More playing of the instruments.  Learn to actually pick that damn ukulele. Learn some songs on the guitar.

Why is it that I find myself continuously circling back to this? My own self-sabotage. My paralysis. My slide back into doing nothing. Being nothing.

I must be better than this.