Slouching Towards Mediocrity...

or, surprise, it's PMS time.

I do feel as though I am slouching, slumping, melting into mediocrity. Ralph Waldo Emerson said that faith comes in moments, vices are habitual. Mediocrity is a habit, and thus I wonder if it may indeed be a vice. The vice of a masochistic personality.

I am hoping that it is never to late to change one's habits. Intellectually I know this to be true, and perhaps I've practiced such in forms I am not presently recognizing. Maybe this is a mostly PMSy rant. Though only slightly, because there's no way to deny it's truth in reality.

Ah me.