The “I have done nothing of note with my life” virus is running strong through my veins this evening. It is a weird combination of green-eyed envy, deep sadness, great shame, and and a surprising amount of guilt. The combination is devastating to my sense of self.

What started it all off was looking through Amazon and running across a book (their second) written by an acquaintance of mine. Because I am the sort of person who picks scabs off of wounds, I started hunting work by other people I know.

I wish my mind would not pull this crap on me. I need to put all of it behind and get stuff done.

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