traffic
I told Liz today that it felt as if there were traffic in my head. That's really what it feels like. And though I don't have road rage, I feel like I'm waiting patiently, wasting time, waiting for things to clear so that I can get on my way to traveling wherever I'm supposed to be going.
And maybe that's what caused the traffic jam, really. Conflicting interests, indecision, all these things have caused my mind to meet at one, stuck, very long red light.
I need to start focusing on keeping the roads clear. But first, I may have to create a detour for some reconstruction.
And maybe that's what caused the traffic jam, really. Conflicting interests, indecision, all these things have caused my mind to meet at one, stuck, very long red light.
I need to start focusing on keeping the roads clear. But first, I may have to create a detour for some reconstruction.