I've been at a loss on what I blog about. There is so much to discuss about what is going on in the never-ending soap opera that is the Trump administration and, then, there is my everyday life. Well, since the news and papers have the Royal Oompaloompa covered, I'll just cover myself.
I've lately come to the harsh realisation that I have no goals. None. I have wishes. I have dreams. I have no goals. Isn't that sad? I've been living my whole life like a ghost ship drifting on a vast ocean at the whim of the currents. I feel I need to chart a course. This time next year my daughter will be getting ready to graduate high school and leave for college. I will be searching for a new home because my current living situation will cease to be. These two coming situations have me stressed like nobody's business.
So, the question remains: where do I want to be in a year?
Answer: i have no fucking clue.