Where the time has gone

First of all, I would like to apologize for letting so much time pass by without posting a new story. Furthermore, I would like to clear things up and state that I have not quit music and decided to live a remote life by taking up botany, continually re-reading Walden, and retreating to the woods. I know you all suspected I would crack some day, so I just wanted to clarify this hasn’t happened …yet
Every summer I like to take a stab at a few new personas. This year I’ve attempted to become a garden enthusiast, health nut, and a literary muse. I’ve succeeded by purchasing a potted plant garden (which surprisingly, is still alive), eating a donut, and holding all 1500 pages or so of Les Misérables in my hands.
It’s easy to be ambitious, but difficult to be persistent and diligent. This summer I’m beginning to unearth my tendency of dismissing the work that actually makes ambition productive. In other words: I’m lazy.

“Some people dream of success while others wake up and work hard at it.”
– Author Unknown

I have an irrational fear of coming to the end of my life, and discovering that I haven’t lived. It’s frightening enough to sit down at the day’s close and forget that twenty-four hours just passed. Okay, so I might be coming off as a bit dramatic—lets reevaluate.
At the beginning of the summer I had a chronic problem with worry. So chronic was my worry that my brother religiously followed me around with his smart phone, blaring Marley’s “Don’t Worry, Be Happy”. Yes, I’m aware that I have the best brother in the world.
Regret is universal, and everyone has a tendency to worry. I’m not suggesting following suit and putting Bob Marley on repeat (unless you’re fond of that song; in which case, play on). But, I have learned a few things over the course of the past month:

1) Be brave enough to work for your ambitions
2) Don’t spend your entire summer daydreaming about the next
3) Write the book, run the marathon, eat the donut

I would love to close by telling you how efficient I’ve been this morning. To be honest, my coffee is getting cold, I’m still in my pajamas, and I’m craving another donut. This morning, without regret, my thoughts resonate with Shakespeare:

“What’s done is done.”

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