Day 0396

Wasted a lot of time today, unable to commit to painting nor to relaxing and enjoying myself. Forlornly waiting for the world to decide my actions rather than making moves myself. Every hour spent on one task is an hour robbed from another; paralysis of multipotentiality. If painting was all I felt I was any good at, it'd be much easier to chain myself to it. But there is writing, philosophy, science, programming, business all asking for focus and diligent study. Too many options, I end up smoldering in my chair staring blankly out the window or lying in bed thinking of nothing waiting for something to make decisions for me.

Can't fix the painting.