Tuna Sandwiches a First

Okay this will be an odd post but I think it will somehow correlate or not.

So here's my situation . A couple of weeks ago, can't quite remember how many but a fair amount of time ago, I made some tuna salad to put in my lunchtime sandwiches and what not. For most of the quarter, I've just been sticking with my usually mushroom, spinach, mozzarella and hummus on sourdough sandwiches but since I had some canned tuna that I bought from Costco last year, I decided to change things up. I cut up some onions, drained the tuna, and added some mayonnaise; did not add celery because it was not available to me at the time but I made do with what I had. Anyways, I made a decent sized batch so it would last me through a couple sandwiches and tuna-melts. Turns out, I made a little to much.

Enter situation.

After using most of it, I saved the leftovers and kept it in some Tupperware and left it in the fridge. Days pass and I say to myself, "It's still good. I'll use it tomorrow or the next." However, after a week went by and then another I began to realize that it was probably going bad. So after that first week and a half I decided that I should throw it out.

Well...a couple more weeks passed and it's still in the fridge.

But why?

I know that the tuna has gone bad but why have I yet to throw it away?

Perhaps I'm just lazy.
Perhaps I have just forgotten.
Perhaps it's something a little more conscious.

Maybe I'm just avoiding having to deal with it because I know that it will be very unpleasant.

Another day it sits in there is just another day stalled.

I'll approach it eventually.

Such a random topic. I know.

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Mundane Weekends.
A Toll Has Been Taken.
Productivity Wasted.

Patience Waits Patience

I find myself in a period of frustration.

Day by Day. Week by Week. Month by Month. And now, Year by Year.

I live my life. My own life.

I know what I want out of it and intend to follow through. Consequently, I take the necessary steps (or I at least try to) in order to realize the potential to my desires and my hopes. However, taking these steps is never fully drawn out.

I base my plan on the logical faith that what I do and the decisions I make will ultimately lead to my true happiness; whatever that state may be. I have yet to experience it.

There are times where I develop good momentum. These times nowadays are short and few. They leave me once I begin to feel comfortable.

For so long I have been seeking answers. My method has been straightforward yet complex; however, I have yet to see any substantial progress.

Am I stagnant? Why can't I move forward?

Patience is a word that embodies me.
Patience is a word that has contributed to my success.
Patience is a word that has been killing me throughout.
Patience is a word that will lead me to happiness.

For this I know.


"Have patience with all things, but chiefly have patience with yourself. Do not lose courage in considering your own imperfections but instantly set about remedying them - every day begin the task anew."

-Saint Francis de Sales




I think I may be going home this weekend. I am in desperate need to play piano.