People keep telling me to chill out and just take things one day at a time, stop projecting into the future. This is driving me mad at the moment because at the moment, there is a lot of future to plan. I finish my dissertation in ten days, provided all goes to plan and I peel myself away from WordPress tonight. After that I’ll be what? Moving back to London? Staying with R? Getting a job? Starting uni at Goldsmiths? I don’t have time to waste waiting for the answer to come to me. If the answer doesn’t come before I’m due to move out of here? What then? One day at a time I don’t drink. One day at a time I take my medication. One day at a time I try to do the right things. But you can’t move house on the understanding that it’s just for one day at a time, you can’t embark upon a Masters one day at a time (especially not when it costs 5 grand!) and you can’t plausibly live your whole life just one day at a time. So I become increasingly frustrated, I become increasingly desperate for practical advice and I find myself increasingly feeling like I’m being squashed under the weight of all the decisions that need to be made, not one day at a time, but permanently or semi-permanently. One day at a time is a lovely philosophy, it really is. And I would love to live my life with the freedom that it implies. But in reality? It just isn’t plausible.