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.

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