It's fifty-eight minutes past the end of the 11th. I missed it. I keep feeling like I'm missing things. I miss bedtimes and wake-up alarms, familiar faces and places, deadlines and assignments, parts of myself I've outgrown or forgotten, times that have passed, and especially the world that I haven't seen. I wait a moment or an hour too late. I have good intentions, really, I do, I just miss things all the time.
I have a bookshelf full of books I'm meaning to read but I keep missing the opportunities to carve out time to read. I have a list full of things to do but I keep missing the chances to get them done. I have arms full of people that I miss and I keep missing the moments to say so. I never seem to do things at the right time, at least not the things I want or mean to do. I don't want to go through life just missing things. I don't want to stand on the sidelines and just watch life go by.
I need to start hitting targets.
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