Funny how the guy that has a poem titled “My Dreams” can stop dreaming.

For a long time now, a time I would like to believe is shorter than it is in reality, I have been navigating in an unrelenting fog. Aimlessly hoping to improve my situation, not knowing how or when to measure that improvement.

Days go by as I continue to go through the motions. work, home, sleep. Though I attempt to push myself, I have no idea what I am pushing toward. The motivational word, the immediate action, but to what end? It has been so long since I’ve set a goal that the only finish line I seem to get to is the end of the day.

I need to plan something. I keep hearing that “fail to plan is a plan to fail” ringing in my ear. I guess I should start there.