I finally have free time again and I'm burdened with all of my projects once more. Took a stab at painting and practiced the piano for the first time in a while and felt piss-poor at both of them. I wish I could focus on one creative endeavor wholeheartedly... but my attention span and expressive desires have me in so many directions that I feel incapable of properly creating in any one discipline. So in short, I feel pretty hopeless with my long-term goals.
And like the good INFJ that I am, don't think I'm lacking in a schedule or gameplan... things just never turn out as expected in the end. I'm tired of being mediocre and not making a bigger effect with my existence. The existential crisis never ends.