Scraps from a journal

It's one of those times when I know I'm strong but I need to be stronger, I know I'm smart but I need to be smarter, I've got a hundred big ideas but I need to just pick one and run with it. 

Waiting for signs, like a fool. Everything's a sign...just pick one and run with it. 

Decluttering has gone okay. It's difficult; that's no surprise. It's hard to admit that what you really need isn't very much. 

The urge to withdraw is strong. Like a hermit crab retreating into its shell, or a hamster hiding in a toilet paper tube. 

Still, I have the threads of a plan, I think. Mostly involves working really hard. Diligence. And a consistent sleep schedule. 

Goodnight!