no movement
I’m having a hard time moving today – my brain doesn’t want to work, let alone my limbs.
I am despising work more and more. I’m on a slippery slope, and I know this. I just don’t know what to do about it.
The proverbial “runaway train” feeling is upon me. I wish it was viable to bury my head in the sand… wait a minute…
Actually, it’s almost like I haven’t been able to move for years, and only now my mind and body are beginning to realize it. And it’s not that I’m moving so fast I can’t control things (as in the metaphor of the runaway train), but just that I have no control at all and so am not moving anywhere – waiting for orders, like a good soldier.
…I’m so tired. “To sleep, to sleep perchance to dream. Aye, there’s the rub.”
I wish that God would make up his mind about me. Limbo has become my life, the very definition of me.
I’ve learned too well that my taking control of anything leads to failure, yet here I sit.
No movement.
