You Wake Up and Don’t Recognize Your Own Life
Looking around at the apartment, the job, the routine, the whole setup and wondering: how did this become life? This place was supposed to be temporary. That was three years ago. The job was supposed to be a stepping stone. That was four years ago. The relationship was supposed to be figured out by now. It’s been ongoing without resolution for longer than makes sense. Everything was supposed to be temporary and here it all is, permanent. The closet has clothes that haven’t been worn in years. They’re still there because getting rid of them requires decisions and decisions haven’t been happening. The kitchen has equipment for cooking that doesn’t happen. The bookshelf has books that will never get read. The whole space is full of remnants of some other person’s intentions. Work happens daily but what is it building toward? The answer used to be clear. Promotion, growth, something. Now it’s just where time gets spent. The emails get answered. The meetings get attended. The tasks get ...