It isn't that I don't have anything to do... It is that I just don't do it. I am still amazed that I have about four hours everyday during work in which I just sit and do nothing. I guess that only fuels my anger towards myself. I could be working on the dusty pages of many books that I have started. I could be searching for more options for Grad schools. I could be reading...
Instead I get wrapped up in old episodes of Friends that I have seen many times. Living through their fake lives and ignoring my own.
Don't get me wrong. Traveling it my number one goal and I'm doing that, but I could be doing more.
I often wonder if this what separates those who get their dreams and those who settle. I always thought I was one to reach for the stars, but now I'm not so sure.
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