Lost in LA

I don't know what I want to do with my life. Am I supposed to at this point- I mean, I'm only 24. But am I going to be saying the same thing years from now..."I'm only 28"..."I'm only 35"..."I'm only 83". I need to be proactive, but I think I'm just too lazy, and maybe I should accept this fact and embrace it. For a while, I was all about planning the next move in my "career" (I use this term loosely)...I was reading scripts, books, talking to people...I was on the ball. And then it just stopped. I'm such a quitter. I always say I'm going to write...a book, a script, a story, anything- at least I'd be doing something creative, something more that watching tv or drinking. I'm too critical of myself, if I write anything my first reaction is "it's brilliant!" immediately followed by "it sucks!" I make too many excuses for everything. There's always a reason for me not to do something. Tonight I'm going to this creative non-fiction workshop (unless I make some excuse for why I can't go). No, I'm going. I need some kind of outlet. I wanted to take an improv class, and maybe I will...unfortunately, they cost money, and that is probably the only legitimate excuse I have for not doing it. The workshop tonight is free so I like it already. Last night, I turned off the tv and opted to read instead after talking to my friend Skyler. When she mentioned that she was reading "Fast Food Nation", it was like a light bulb came on-"Hey, I can read a book too!" So I did. And I liked it. It made me feel slightly more productive, even if I was still just laying on my couch.
Reagan