Hey, everybody.
Well, it's Sunday again, and that means I'm thinking about my life and goals and shit - especially how they've changed throughout the 25 years I've been here.
At first I wanted to be a firefighter, then a rockstar as a kid, then a writer (but I didn't know exactly what kind), and then a nun, and then I went aimless for a while until now, where I want to be a showrunner or a video game story writer or something and my bucket list has whittled down to three simple things:
- Eventually finishing Coagula's pilot
- Marrying someone/eating pizza and hanging out with them
- Playing a video game (specifically, Yoshi's Island, I mean, look at it.) or two.
Is that sad? It feels so weirdly "is that it?" to me, but there's not a lot left I can care about at this point, especially with quarantine being extended.
Huh. Maybe not. I dunno. Simple dreams are neat.