I cant remember the last time I was enough.

Way back when, there were days when I walked through the world full. Not like these days where every waking moment is filled with worries about what I should be doing?

I should work out.
I should do something with my face like the other women my age.
I should wear different clothes.
I should write.
I should develop routines that get me out of staring at the ceiling building monuments of all the things Im not.

These arent [all] bad suggestions. Im 36...