I’m afraid of death. I’m afraid of it for the obvious reason, not being around any more, but I’m also
afraid of it because I can’t conceive of not exisiting. Whenever I think about death I can’t wrap my head around the fact that one day I won’t be thinking.
Also, I feel like thinking about death makes me feel anxious to accomplish so much in life. I never thought about making a “bucket list” before, but I can understand why people might do that. There’s so much I want to accomplish in this life, but I only have a finite amount if time.
I’m not good at time management.
I admire people who are good at understanding and managing time. Time is abstract to me. It’s not concrete.
I need an Excel spreadsheet for my life goals.
Become a published author, check! Travel to India, done! Learn to dance, accomplished!
It seems like a great way to keep track of it all. Next thing to do would be to hire a life assistant to make sure I’m accomplishing my goals. Life assistant sounds bizarre; life project manager is better.
On that note I’m going to take a nap.