Jack of All Trades
… and master of none. I have my fingers in too many pies. I cannot pay attention. I pick up something and move to the next thing. A teenager on Spotify, a woman on Asos, a man on PocketLint. I want to keep it real, make it tactile. I want to have the hands that will create the next big thing. I want to be the next big thing. I want it to be me. With the right feel, the right touch, be the creator. But there is a block. Something gets between. Someone gets there first. My envy of the next person, the person that has what I want. They are there. They are on display. They are who I want to be if I only had a grip on myself.