Letting the Days pass me by

Its kind of amazing how easy it is to let an entire day pass you by without intending it. Soon its a week, then a month and before you know it, a year will have passed you by and you are still in the same spot your were, nothing done, nothing accomplished and nothing learned. I feel a bit like I'm stuck in one of those Alaskan mud pits, the kind where before they had the air machines to pop you out of, you would sink slowly, the force holding you in enough that if they tried to pull you out you'd be ripped in two. No way to pull you out, you'd slowly sink to your death in a matter of days. Now they have machines that create a massive air bubble underneath and pop you out like being shot from a canon. You fly 30 ft into the air and they have to be sure to catch you so the impact coming down doesn't kill you. Where is my air bubble that will free me from this mess of a life? I feel like I'm grabbing onto every branch I see and the mud just keeps dragging me down into it. I refuse to die, I refuse to give up on my dreams, I refuse to become like them. I will get out of this pit of toxic emotion, petty cruelty, manipulative guilt, abandoned dreams and unrealized potential. I will continue to make art in whatever form I can.