The Turning Point

The parallel experience never ceases to amaze me. As I sit down to write, such similar thoughts clutter my head, so similar to his a few weeks ago. What am I doing? Am I wasting my time?
I don't feel like i'm doing enough of what I really enjoy doing. That's what it all comes down to, why I feel like I'm wasting my time.
I don't take enough photos these days, or ever. Maybe that's just the thing about hobbies and passions, you can never get enough. But recently, the number of photos in my neatly organized folders is just shameful. I need to get out more and pheast on this newly sprouting springtime beauty. No exuses.
I don't write enough, clearly seen by these sporatic little blogs. There are so many thoughs swirling around that I should really be transfering into some form through which I can share them with other people. That's the point of all this, isn't it? The point of life and living, of being a social animal? To communicate and share ideas. These ideas must come out! I've even got a list going. That's it.
I can't remember the last time I did yoga. I make myself so mad sometimes. I know how much I enjoy doing it, how good it feels, how much it helps me inside and out. But I have so much trouble rolling out that little blue mat.
I don't see my friends enough, or keep in touch at least. And it's not like there are so many that I can't schedule them all in. Have I isolated myself? I certainly feel alone. The days of sitting around on a pink couch talking, laughing, drinking tea, are but a distant memory. I know I shouldn't lose myself in nostalgia, and I know that everything looks better (or in some cases, worse) in hindsight, but they were happy times. I miss them.
So what's my problem? Where did my motivation go? I used to be such an unlazy person. Well, I guess that hasn't really changed, but maybe what I'm focussing on has changed. It seems that I'm not so good at multitasking big projects. I can multitask the little stuff, but big stuff requires undivided attention. Does it have to be this way though? Cause I feel like I'm missing out on so many of the things that bring me so much joy. This is the moment in which I take charge. I'm going to try to break this habit. It's all a matter of willpower.