It’s an odd feeling. Lately I feel like I’ve missed the bus and I’ve been spending the past week chasing after it. Why hasn’t the bus stopped for other passengers? That would be my chance! Luckily, here I am at a long weekend. All the same, I almost think that I’m going to end up letting this opportunity to catch up pass me by. What do I really need this time for? Cleaning up? Probably. Cooking? Would be nice. Spending time with family? Why not? It’s all important.
What I need is a proper vacation.
Or…an extended leave of absence.
A month for travel would be nice.
Ultimately I think my inner-self is asking for a period where I’m not responsible for anything big. I want to be selfish for a little bit. I don’t think I’ve done much to honour myself, and I almost feel like my subconscious is angry. I’ve been chasing after that damn bus for so long that I’ve forgotten why I’m doing it. I’ve lost the purpose. What good is that?


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