Well, I’m sure I could be a lot further in life right now had I done that one little thing– focus. Maybe I should just get over the idea of being “further in life.” The thought of it alone weighs me down. The thought of it gives me anxiety. All I do is think about how much time I’ve wasted, where I could have been by now, and then I’m back at square one because I can’t stay focused. I think about what such and such is doing and how far along they are moving. And then I get distracted. I get discouraged. And I give up.