I just wana grow potatoes and dream.

Quoting someone there but it doesn’t make it any less true to me.

I’m currently thinking my little existance is too small to contain me. If i wasn’t so uptight to make a future for myself i’m pretty sure id work for half the year and travel for the rest. Instead my life is a never ending schedule.

I’m such a high quality whinger but i’m not really complaining. I’m happy but i just want so much more.

Material things mean little to me which is funny considering i’m trying to break into a multi billion dollar bussiness that is, in the end about getting people to by their shit.

Yesterday i was doing my photography essay and we had to evaluate ourselves, our strengths weaknesses and i’ve come to realise my strengths are in my concepts, my ideas. They are always strong, full of life and possibilities but my weakness is that i never see them through to completion. I Don’t know if its cause i loss interest, inspiration, belief in the idea, in myself. 

And now i think of all the ideas i’ve ever had and how many haven’t progressed past a seconds thought in my head.

I really need to think less and just do.

I was supposed to get paid today, it’s nearly lunchtime and i still have $3.60 in my account.

Not happy. 

I have to get wedges of lay by

& i said i’m not into material things