We dove into the swimming pool...
I drive to work and sometimes think about what I would write if I were to update my journal. But really, it's to no avail because I'm nowhere near a computer and by the time I am, I've forgotten whatever genius, creative jumbled jargon that was running through my mind at the time.
I just had a very Doogie Howser moment...looking listlessly at the blinking cursor on my screen. I'm in the in-between. The purgatory of college graduates. One among many qualified individuals. Am I progressing? Am I regressing? Am I stagnant? Am I stuck?
I'm confused. But contentedly so...?
So, anywho. Certified Starbucks barista here. Dividing time between passions. Finding free time hidden in the seconds. Reading too little, talking too much, breathing too fast. I don't see a way out--not that I'm looking. Should I be looking? I should be looking.
I just had a very Doogie Howser moment...looking listlessly at the blinking cursor on my screen. I'm in the in-between. The purgatory of college graduates. One among many qualified individuals. Am I progressing? Am I regressing? Am I stagnant? Am I stuck?
I'm confused. But contentedly so...?
So, anywho. Certified Starbucks barista here. Dividing time between passions. Finding free time hidden in the seconds. Reading too little, talking too much, breathing too fast. I don't see a way out--not that I'm looking. Should I be looking? I should be looking.