The Leanover.

I write down all of my goals, dreams, and aspirations on note cards with as much detail as possible and post them on my walls. I barely look at them and more often than not forget they're even there. I just don't know how to go about accomplishing any of them. Is it just that I've far exceeded what's within my grasp or that I haven't given the effort enough thought? I'd like to believe it's the latter but I'm leaning more towards the former. My pessimistic sentiment certainly isn't helping matters.

Last night, I wandered around Facebook for the first time in months. It was a foolish decision at best. Facebook - for those of us who wander with our feet firmly placed on the ground, for those of us who frequently dream, for those of us who occasionally seethe in anger - is a test in masochism. It can be a reminder of alternatives you've never imagined or lives you've only fantasized about. The feeling is overwhelming, not necessarily heady, but certainly unnerving.

A girl I went to high school with is gallivanting around the world with a plan and a trust fund, two things that are not within my grasp. The photos feature was thankfully down, allowing me some respite from envy.