Another week ends. Routine has now begun to set in and me thinks that me needs to find some new avenues,real quick and fast. Otherwise me might find meself in a morass of
dissatisfaction and torpor. Me doesn't like the idea of that. Me needs to get into action. And now! The trouble with me, however is that I make all these commitments and promises to the self but rarely honor them, an act highly unbecoming of me. The self recongnizes that but chooses to ignore. The self is guilty accomplice.

"Start small", I tell me. Me listens, agrees and promptly forgets. Me understands everything but me is afraid of acting decisively. Me fears there might be no coming back.