Start Again
I started smoking again. I think perhaps I should go back to work. Oh yes, it is true, stupid me. I’m chucking it in for now, the freedom. I’m going back to work, I want a distraction, while I re think my life.
Always, when I get complacent. When I get to the point, oh who cares.
Bury myself in work.
I always regret it immediately. But then it is too late, I’ve committed. Hacks will have me back. Give it another year.
I always think, idiot, when I have gone back. I’ll never get that novel written. Oh, walking in the door, that first day, that ‘welcome back’ moment. Twelve months. Damn it! I am so stupid.
I’m starting in the new year.
Always, when I get complacent. When I get to the point, oh who cares.
Bury myself in work.
I always regret it immediately. But then it is too late, I’ve committed. Hacks will have me back. Give it another year.
I always think, idiot, when I have gone back. I’ll never get that novel written. Oh, walking in the door, that first day, that ‘welcome back’ moment. Twelve months. Damn it! I am so stupid.
I’m starting in the new year.
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