Far from what I once was . . . but where am I at?

Constantly feel like I’m looking for myself lately. I feel like I’m still at this halfway point of what I once was but not yet what I’m going to be, what I want to be, what I should be. There is more to it than just doing what I feel I should be doing. There’s more to it than just walking the walk, and talking the talk. There is something more deep, internal, mind, emotions, soul . .  .something is not 100% satisfied within me, it is restless. It drives me insane, but only because I am impatient. It is ever so interesting having a very open mind, trying to grasp at every opportunity and take on the things that I feel create myself, challenge myself, better myself. It’s never-ending, but I think my problem, or part thereof, is that I don’t finish something that I’ve started, and I’m not putting my 100% into things that I should, like avoiding the big companies and saving money. My study is another one, yet that is one thing I don’t think I’m 100% on anymore . . . Natural Medicine, or just being healthy . . .and this open-mindedness, and constantly learning, has aided my lack of bother with this field . . .  yet I know I have got to put effort into something that I have started, and know that what I have to finish of it (which is still only half the course) will be worth it.

It’s like I only want to fill my time with those things I enjoy, that help me grow. I feel like no time should be wasted. And in the meantime, here I sit, contemplating and writing my thoughts about refining and improving my own life and mind . . . .

Then I will spend more fulfilling time painting whilst listening to The Beatles, my savior in times of need.