taxes. ugh.
This stuff has been sitting on my coffee table for weeks. Every morning I am sure it’s going to get done. And at every bedtime, it’s still there.
I’m sure that it’s the thing keeping me from writing, shooting, getting my real work done.
Perhaps that’s why I have kept it there.
What would it be like to have absolutely nothing sitting over my head?
I fantasize that with a clean plate, fresh start, insert random metaphor here, it will become obvious me what to do next.
