I have cat-sitting, camp, and girls night out with one of my best friends to look forward to tomorrow. Not to mention, the mural I've been planning all summer is finally done. I feel acomplished, and I hope my mother does too. I feel like she is at the root of but also the solution to the angst I've been feeling recently. She means well, and is just trying to light a fire under my lazy ass. She wants me to live up to my potential, and I guess it's flattering --in a way--, but the way she does it makes me feel like she's judging me, and I'm not living up to her expectaions.
"Someday I'll fly away, leave all this to yesterday. Why live life from dream to dream, and dread the day when dreaming ends?"
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