Alyson

I want to exist in the past, present, and future. It’s more than a hard case of FOMO. I have the ambitions, dreams, goals, and aspirations of two and a half people, but only one life.

I am happy to acknowledge that this situation is much better than last year’s. Adoring too many things is a lot less painful than adoring negative two things. I think that this new happiness has brought too many passions up from the dead, and some of them needed to stay buried: How do you extinguish unearthed souls of ideas past?

My days don’t have a lot of structure, like a spilled bag of Skittles. How do I clean this up?

Pick, choose, pick, choose.

But what about when you can’t see clearly which dreams are red-skittle ideas or green-skittle ideas? ♦