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Where am I?

I'm feeling lost.

I'm not doing enough. I'm not getting enough done.

I had all these plans - as I always do - and it seems like I'm not getting at anything!

I'm freaking out!!!

Okay, breathe.

I need to make a list of things I have done:

1 - Managed to find a temp job within 2 days of being back in Canada after holiday festivities in Chicago

2 - Started 2 books - A book about a guy, his wife and kid and their experiences living in Paris and a Travel Writing book that has lots of exercises - I love the feeling that I am doing something like school.

3 - Seen most of my highschool friends since I got back, two of my university friends and some of my important old work friends.

4 - Seen my immediate family, one set of cousins and one set of grandparents.

5 - Only have 1 grandparent, 2 sets of uncles and cousins, 5 work friends, 3 university friends and 2 highschool friends to see before March.

6 - Decided which day were are leaving

7 - Started running again, although it's a bit difficult with all this snow and also wind - it's FREEZING

8 - Written and edited pieces for my new project - I really should just come out and say it but now that I've kept is a secret for so long, I feel as though I will jinx the success if I don't wait until we you'll still be left in suspense.

Okay, I think that's good.

Thank you for joining me in my stream of consciousness.

I think I will go procrastinate some more and do some cleaning.


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