I’m a little bit down today. As I scrubbed my kitchen, as one of my mother’s demands for another day of nothing, I realized- wow, I have no plans.

I’ve always had some sort of action plan in my life. I mean, since first grade we’d learned about short- and long-term goals. During school, they were easy to find. Short term goal: complete homework assignment. Long-term goal: complete high school. In spring of 2006, there was a slight shift, and my short term goal became the completion of high school, and everything long-term was attributed to Katimavik. Now, that time has run out, and I find myself a tad behind. My “goal wall,” of post-its on a mirror shouts things such as “drink 1L of water a day,” and “develop a few photos to keep.” Where’s the “find a career you will enjoy and the corresponding university program,” post-it?

A couple weeks ago, I blogged about procrastinating my portfolio,  and if I’m perfectly honest, I will admit that is the last time I ever thought of the blasted thing!

I’ve applied for a few work experience programs, but none of them have really captured my heart yet. I’m not sure if I mentioned it on here, but I am no longer working as a construction worker due to my lack of enthusiasm for metal and rubber. It sort of seems like there is… absolutely nothing happening. My life is completely stagnant. And I’m not saying this is the emo “woe is me,” way I used to complain about it in high school.