I am a self-fulfilling prophecy.

I'm coming at this the wrong way.

* I talk about love, rather than clean my apartment or clean out my car.
* I talk about when I'll write, rather than finding some place to do an open-mike reading.
* I complain about direction, rather than applying for a new job.
* I worry about faith, rather than reading one of the 8,000 books that I've purchased in my life.
* I question endlessly, but I don't bother with solutions. Instead, I even admit that all I like about the questions is the chatter.

Looking at it that way, I suck. I need to do something about that.