Mike & John

What else is there to say? It's freezing cold, roads are icy and I'm still in frickin Fargo. I seem to grow more complacent every day and wonder what I'm doing with myself. If I keep this up will I even have a future or will I be doomed to mediocrity in a meaningless existence?

If only I wasn't so damned easily distracted. I wish I didn't get so excited over the next big thing and move on before finishing the task at hand. It's kind of strange to have so many different things on your mind and wonder if you will ever come close to finishing them. So many dreams unrealized, so many plans scrapped.

If only I was better at making decisions. Why must I sit in the middle and endlessly debate which choice is the best? I do this at the expense of both options, leaving myself in a state of limbo. There's just so many things to do in the world it seems like a shame to focus on just one or two.

Maybe I lack passion. I don't know if there is anything that I am truly passionate about. Maybe I just lack the will to succeed. Am I afraid of actually doing well in life? Am I constantly setting myself up for failure?

Where am I going with this again? I guess I need to grow up, make some tough choices, and stick to them. Easier said than done. Fargo may be the death of me yet.