I talk a lot. It's not a bad trait, but it does mean I have a lot of ideas, and then get mired in the actual application. Polite way of saying it's easier for me to dream and chat than do. I have an active mind, so the downside of dreaming is the imagined disaster. That leaves you stuck in an eddy most of the time; much is swirling around, but you're standing in one place.
Tonight I had a meeting with a guy about filming a short that I have a goal to finish. We set a (tentative) date. We had a good talk about how it should be done, and I have some work to do.
A couple weeks ago a friend pitched me a short film, and I've written two drafts of it. I've asked for feedback and incorporated it.
Even more impressively, I have see-through color folders that I have different writing projects in. I'm revising a story to submit thoughtfully to a journal that might actually be interested. What is happening?!
It's not like I have done nothing in my life; I'm a very active person. Some would say a little too busy. And who wouldn't be when there is so much to see and experience and do? I went to college for nine years - I'm a pro at taking classes. I'm even really good at taking polls and asking for advice. Action in one concentrated area in a focussed and thoughtful way towards a specific, rather than nebulous, goal is a new one. Some other things are falling by the wayside. That even feels right to me at the moment.
I'm loving also, since I started criticizing myself for it as I'm doing it, that I can write something personal here, and tomorrow, maybe not so much. It's all up for grabs.
Who knew when they said that you were free to do all this that it meant you really are?