'cause baby, I'm a firework

I lack focus.

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag,
Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again?
Do you ever feel, feel so paper-thin
Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in?

My head is so full of... stuff. I have a million thoughts running all at the same time every moment of every day. I have never been able to just turn these thoughts off. I actually overwhelm myself. Because of this I'm a flake. I'm forgetful, easily distracted. I start projects or plan them and never follow through. My goals sit, just waiting to be achieved. I even neglect friends and loved ones, not because I'm mean or mad at them. I've tried to do the whole to-do list thing, but what does one do when their to-do is a list of to-do lists to be composed.

I get in my way. Alot. It makes me feel like I am my own worst enemy.

Do you ever feel already buried deep?
Six feet under screams, but no one seems to hear a thing
Do you know that there's still a chance for you?
'Cause there's a spark in you

You just gotta ignite the light, and let it shine
Just own the night like the Fourth of July

On those rare occassions when I can zero in on a target, I am cabable of anything. I'm Wonder Woman. The world is my oyster. No one in the 'verse can stop me.

'Cause baby, you're a firework
Come on, show 'em what you're worth
Make 'em go "oh, oh, oh!"
As you shoot across the sky-y-y

The purpose of this blog it to trace a path from where I am now to just past that point of productivity. It will serve two functions - 1. as a log of goals, successes and failures and 2. a public way to hold me accountable for my actions.

Baby, you're a firework
Come on, let your colors burst
Make 'em go "oh, oh, oh!",
You're gonna leave 'em falling down oh oh!

My first set of tasks is to clear off my bed (you have no idea what is in my bed with me RIGHT NOW, I have much shame and concern for my well-being), wash my bedding, get the dishes out of my room, and plan for my tomorrow. Oh, and I have a long and arduous Buffy marathon planned that I must vanquish. And I should paint my nails...

Musical accompanyment by Katy Perry. Her music, though sometimes trite and vapid, can be very fun. She has little to do with focus, but I thought the song more appropriate quotage than, say, Ke$ha. (I've been listening to a lot of Ke$ha lately...)