Pilgrimage
It's been a real battle this four-day weekend to stay on task. I barely got anything done other than caving in to my dopamine addictions of old. It's the structured nature of it: I do this list of tasks, and I know what the end result will be. It's comforting in that way. There's no uncertainty like I experience from one day to the next. That's what scares me most about this whole process: the not-knowing. Once the high from the vanity wears off, what will happen then? What does someone with "no ambition" come to achieve? I'm just a dreamer. A planner. A fool.