In the midst of cleaning this insane room because it helps my mind slow down and I found a to-do list from the last time I compulsively cleaned my room. “Fold clothes, clean desk, take bathe, do homework…” Number 8 on the list said “make phone call.”
It was number 8 because it took doing all that other stuff to find the courage to pick up the phone. I find that funny now. Actually, I found it a little funny then, too.
Travelling parallel to that…
A general consensus, it seems: “You lack passion.”
I don’t. I lack the ability to adequately express it.