I have an arsenal in my memory bank filled with everything I need to get through this... this... whatever. All I have to do is utilize it.
All I have to do is cancel my Netflix subscription, get off Twitter, stop checking my email like a thirsty heifer and do what needs to get done.
There's the resume and cover letter that could use some polishing, the stories, novellas, and MFA Thesis that are crying for completion. The bills that come and come and come and beg to be paid. The apartment that could use a good scrubbing from ceiling to floor and the craft projects that seemed like a good idea at the time that never moved past initial stages.
Lets not forget the magazine I was supposed to launch; the party-planning company that would have really helped my bank account right about now; the online store I keep threatening my readers with and the GODDAMN THESIS CRYING FOR COMPLETION.
I have boxes of photographs that have never been cataloged, CDs unheard and Books unread, pillows and curtains unsewn, scarves and blankets unknit.
I can complete it all, I know I can, because I have that arsenal in my memory bank filled with everything I need to get through this. All I have to do is utilize it.
All I have to do is get more sleep, lose some weight, stop eating meat, find a good man, move into a bigger place, get my PhD.
I can complete it all.
Of course, it'd be easier with 3 more of me, but cloning humans is still illegal in the U.S. Right?
*smooches...knowing that accomplishing just one of these would be awesome*
choosing which one... ahh, there's the rub!