It's been YEARS since I have posted anything on here (hooray to being Captain Obvious). Looking back at a lot of old posts I think I was more depressed than I ever realized. Perhaps I finally found something (or someone) to make me happy, perhaps I started taking control of my life a little more, or perhaps I just finally stopped playing the damn victim. It took me an extremely long time to understand that only I can control what happens with my life.
I admit I am in need of more oil for my gears because I finally know where I want to be in my life but I am still taking my sweet time getting there. Even though I am not moving as slow as molasses anymore I am going at about a snails pace... which really isn't helping me at all.I think I am more of a procrastinator than I ever wanted to admit to. It could be old age too... yeah, I'll blame old age.
Which does beg the question, which is slower: a snail or molasses?
