I was talking to my friend on the phone who lives across the country and I had previously discussed going to visit him this summer. He said to me “you’re not coming to Philly anymore are you..” like he knew I couldn’t actually commit to taking this trip, when in reality it’s the most committed I’ve been to a trip idea in quite a while. BUT, nonetheless I had changed my mind about the trip. I thought my money could be better used providing living expenses. (ugh)

But anyway, he always tells me I change my mind too much, and its true. I have so many plans and a new one always replaces an older one and what I realized after all of this babbling is that I never actually do any of it because I’m constantly changing my mind about what I really want to be doing. By the time it comes around to actually doing anything I’ve thought of this new completely amazing thing to do which now requires all of my resources, and unfortunately another month and a half of planning just so I have time to change my mind again.

Soo.. On the one hand its good – I want to do so many things and I like that. I get excited about them and I learn about new places and activities and I enjoy that. But.. on the other hand – what the fuck am I doing?