Never as far along as I want to be.
It’s like walking through a door into another room and forgetting why, then clawing my way back to that last cogent thought about what I’m here for, failing, and moving on, only to see some “thing” that brings me back to my original purpose.
What am I going to do when I grow up?
I have absulotely zero clue.
I suppose it’s either a lack of discipline or a wealth of distraction or both.
Why did I come in here again?