A Busybody is a Somebody

I felt like a Nobody, a short while back. I felt other people were doing things, and achieving things, when I wasn't really. And then I wondered why.

Yes, it often takes a while, from the moment when you recognise something to the moment when you actually wonder why things are so - and then a longer while until you actually do something about it.

So I discovered that the reason was that I wasn't doing enough in my life. Not enough for other people, just enough for me to feel OK. I was better at some things than some others, worse at other things than some, and basically just me, there, feeling insignificant. So I just found out a few areas where I could improve, and got busy.

Now I'm really tired, I have things to do and the list seems intimidating, and I have to learn how to schedule things better in my head. But I'm happier, eventually. I lost that weird feeling, at least for the time being, and I feel, when I rest my head on the pillow at last, that I'm actually doing something. I wanted to write a blogpost for days - I don't want to leave things hanging - and I wrote three in just a few minutes. And I don't really give a toss if you hate me for it, just read the one(s) you want... Or none. I just wanted to go out, in my little clearing in the virtual forest, and shout out "I'm glad". And tired, but still glad.