Hard to believe ...

... it's that time again.

You blink and summer's already half-way over.

Where did all that fucking time go?

Sometimes I get so caught up in the monotomy of the day's events, that I lose sight of the bigger picture. And of course, a lot of times I get to obsesseed with thinking about tomorrow, that I lose sight of enjoying moments in today.

I personally think it's a lack of sleep. Or maybe a lack of happiness.

For me, happiness comes from peace of mind, which for me is tied directly to accomplishment. I feel like I have to be able to look back and something I successfully did or created or achieved in order to feel good about myself. Is that vain? Perhaps.

I'm one of those people who is neither interested in being called intelligent when I do stupid things. I don't take it as a compliment when being called a good parent, when I spend much of my time yelling at my kids to stop jumping on the furniture, or stop waking me up at 3 in the morning.

And I don't like thinking of myself as talented, when I have so many ideas and thoughts that I never act on.

For me I guess, potential isn't enough. Accomplished reality is what I'm all about - that's what - I think - would make me happy.

Am I the only one who feels that way?