In the couple weeks I’ve done this blog, I realized a problem I’ve known for a while now, but one that becomes ever more prevalent.
I have a hard time committing to things.
If you made a list of things I was least suited to do, right at the top would probably be to run a nursery. I don’t like babies, they just cry and make feces. They look like big fleshy potatoes. I don’t get the appeal.