January 23, 2019
All this waiting is beginning to eat at her. Her talents or talent, depending on the day, are wasting away. She knows how to do one thing and yet she refuses to put in the work. Her myopic view of life keeps her from transcending her sorry state. It's a good life, sure. Safe, content. But there is more. She waits for nothing and everything, she stands still and runs away. She cannot decide between yellow and green, high and low, today or tomorrow. It all ends in "It's okay, forgive yourself." She knows she has to start changing now.