After a good work out everything feels possible. Then I get lost in ALL the possibilities and I find myself reading something like African philosophy of the 1600s. Instead, I want to stick with MY goal and make that possible. Focus. Focus. Focus.
Thought of the now: What if I let myself just goof around for the next two years (when I'm the big 30)?
As inspired by this article my friend posted.
http://pitchfork.com/features/articles/7947-you-were-there-the-complete-lcd-soundsystem/
