What am I?
A writer or a reader? A gamer or a watcher?
A lover or a friend? A sister or a scold?
An artist? A creator? A cook? A cleaner? An employee?
All of these things. And many more.
I wonder though, if I stopped doing everything, and just did one thing, what would happen? I could become the world’s greatest something.
It is a lack of focus, or stick-to-it-tiveness, or drive or passion… The symptoms of a fractured mind, a scatterbrain, or someone who gets bored really, really quickly.
Who knows… I’m not really looking for answers, I’m just filling up a page of time with words to show I was here.
And to give me an excuse to show off the squirrel I just painted.