Today is Sunday, April 25th.
Experiencing the usual “Sunday night, tomorrow is Monday” style dread of the unfulfilled worker whose weekend flies by in an all too quick daze punctuated by parties and hangovers. A nothing special, unremarkable sort of weekend where nothing interesting was accomplished.
What I’m feeling lately is an undirected hunger. A yearning for something more fulfilling. A desire to break out of my day to day hum drum box and really start working towards whatever it is that I’m supposed to be working towards. It isn’t enough to just simply “be” anymore. Twenty seven is getting nearer. I’ve got to make something magical happen soon. Before dreams become things that I should have done if only there had been more time. If only I had more energy. If only the years hadn’t just passed by in a quick blur.