As September brings the most beautiful and refreshing weather imaginable, I can't help but feel stifled by my life. My 15 minutes away from my desk on this perfectly clear and cool day is nothing but a reminder of how much I can't wait to move onto something else. I'm craving a change of pace, the chance to explore my own mind and my creativity, and the chance to have a real relationship with Joe. Living between weekends isn't doing it for me. Sunday afternoons get sadder and sadder and more frustrating. Why did I chose this?
Weekdays spent at a computer and weeknights spent rushing from one thing to another leaves me no room to enjoy my days. This weather, this atmosphere, this peace doesn't exist in my office. Life and love do not either. The need to make a change is getting noticeably stronger, overwhelmingly strong sometimes, but I'm paralyzed.
I don't know how or when to make a change and I don't know what the change even is.
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