January 24, 2018
Down to the wire. Every day. It is that way at work. And here, in the space of my words. All my gimmicky ideas to record my thoughts in the morning are not working out. I do alright on the weekends, but weekdays Ė not so much. I donít even pause at lunch so that time is gone. The drive home is spent either trying to decompress with the iPod or calling my parents. I want to be able to breath during the day. If I donít breathe, I donít have time to notice anything thatís going on. Iím not present.