Had a bit of an epiphany this evening.
Despite knowing three or four or five things in my life that are completely fucked, there was something missing. There had to be something that was pushing me over the edge. And then, as I heaved a mighty Glad bag into the dumpster, it came to me: I have no short-term goals (not counting paying the bills on time). Long-term goals are a-plenty. Short-term - nada. I have no release for the competitor in me. Nothing to fight for or toward. Something to think about.
