Where Has All my Patience Gone?

Long time, passing, I wanna know...

What has happened to me? When did I lose my carefree spirit? Did I ever really have one? When did I become so frustratingly anal about

BEING PERFECT and

DOING IT ALL RIGHT THE FIRST TIME

Aren't we supposed to make mistakes? Fall on our face?

Am I actually able to cope with spontaneity? Or do I just pretend that I'm all 'oh, easy breezy laid back Canadian girl?'

This turning 30 thing must be screwing with my head..or not..

I just want something to go to plan. Anything. But why???????????????????????

(Inner monologue will continue throughout the day no doubt. I wish I was back in Canada because at least I'd be at a cottage, in a Muskoka chair, vegged out with a Molson Export, probably, if I had my way, smoking some DuMaurier)

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