OVER IT.

I don't know what I'm over. Whatever it is, I'm jumping over it.

My indecisive mind is all over the place. I had way too much tea today, so that resulted in me laying in bed contemplating whether or not to get up or force myself to sleep.

First, I thought I should work on my essay.
Second, I thought about reading Jane Eyre.
Third, I debated on writing.
Fourth, I thought of painting my nails.
Fifth, well at this point I just told myself to get the hell up because I'm clearly not going to get any sleep this way.

Rediscovering old paintings, unfinished comics, drawings and notes to myself with little ideas, finally led me to realize that there isn't enough time in the world. I have so many ideas written down, books I've wanted to write, stories that I've wanted to paint, and overall inventions. At times I feel like my imagination is shedding away. I rediscover and realize that I've neglected it and they all remain in the pages of blogger.com or sketch books crammed in my bookshelf.

Whatever it is that I'm over, please don't let it be my ideas.