It’s a Friday night.
It’s a bit cooler than it was yesterday, but that’s okay as the temperature is meant to be getting lower as Sydney approaches winter.
It’s certainly a relief from what it was like in early March (much warmer than it usually is, which may not be a good sign).
I want to be out, taking photos, or perhaps even working on music, and yet I am sitting here, preparing to study as I need to get a lot done between now and Tuesday.
Yet, instead of doing that, I find myself spending time thinking about How I have traveled in life so far, as well as where I’m going, if I am indeed going anywhere.
Big things that don’t warrant much thought as there are far more pressing things to think about, such as learning formulas and how to use them.
And yet I cannot help myself right now as my mind likes to do its own thing and take me wherever it wants to go.
Suffice to say, I’m sitting at a desk trying to get to work and finding myself unable to due to the fact that I’m thinking about stuff that does not matter right now as there are far more important things on my plate.
I’m in a room in a fairly new location that is a fair bit more comfortable than the old place.
Maybe it’s the comfort that is making me think this way, as I probably do not like being comfortable with my surroundings.
Well, not too comfortable anyway.
I operate better when I’m restless (I think).
I think that part of my sitting here and not actually studying might also have to do with my being rather tired right now, as I’m lazier than usual when I’m tired.
Probably means I should get sleep more often, but I’m not complaining (I think).
Perhaps what I really need to do is stop typing right now and hit the books. Then, after hitting them , opening them and starting the studying process so that I can learn and retain the information that I need to be the best I can be at this point in time, but that may not happen as I’m thinking too much about my life whilst trying to bang out something that is serious, yet only partially succeeding.
Well, the seriousness is a full success, but the quality is is not.
Whilst I’m still fairly young, I feel that in some ways I should be doing a lot better than I am currently, and in a way that kind of sucks as I’m not really old enough to be thinking that way. It’s a pointless way for me to think, as I’m not near retirement, I’m doing okay (perhaps not as good as I wish I would be, but that’s neither here nor there) and I have a lot to do to keep me busy.
However, I can’t help but think about where I am right now.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 09:58:60
It’s one of those nights where I’m tired and procrastinating and decide to try and write about… something… and it ends up coming out average at best.
Written at my “new” desk at home.