Disarray

I am in a mood.

I had such a good weekend, too, chilling out and watching Sydney Film Festival films and catching up with an old acquaintance.

I came back from 'Exit through the gift shop', a doco about the rise of street art in a pensive but happy mood. It was a funny doco and quite thought-provoking, the best kind.

But then I opened my mail and it was a statement from my mortgage lender. It seems that despite the thousands of dollars I've poured into my mortgage over the last six months, I've only made a $2,000 dent in the principle. It's so depressing.

Then I came upstairs and took a look at my room. The place is in disarray. There's all sorts of crap sitting in a pile in the middle of the room - it's a wonder I can find anything, let alone avoid tripping over it every day.

I've come to think that this all symbolises the mess my life is in. It's in transit but it doesn't know where it's going. I want to earn more money but I'm not game enough to leave my job. I want to write, but I can't even get my desk in order. The only guy who's interested in me is a 46yo married man from Newcastle who declares at every possible moment that he's an artist *facepalm*.

Need to get things SORTED.
Get a GRIP ON REALITY.
Turn thoughts into ACTION.