How odd. My mind is constantly racing and now that I have found an outlet for all my thoughts, I have no idea what I want to say or how I want to say it. Chronological order seems boring to me. Having a plan, like a map that shows you where you are going sounds logical but I am afraid if I waste too much time drawing my map, I will never actually write. I’ve always had a strong urge to color outside of the lines. My life is ruled by strong urges, for the most part I tend to follow them although they are rarely good for me. Now that I have passed the big 4-0 I am finally starting to realize that I should really hurry up if I intend to do anything with the time that’s left.