37 minutes is what I’ve taken back today. It wasn't given to me because expectations had already staked their claim to that time, but I’ve stolen it back. It may not...
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I fucking hate being told what to do. It kills my mood, stifles my creativity and just makes me want to nuke the universe; and that doesn’t make me a...
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Maybe I’m alone in my thinking that regardless of what I have to show for my life thus far, I have played it incredibly safe. Ugh, the word “safe” makes me cringe. I throw “safe” in the pile with “normal”, “typical”, “nothing special”, and “unremarkable”. I haven’t lived a bad life and there are a few things that I’ve come to accomplish that genuinely have made me happy. But I’m just not fulfilled. I’m not an especially high achiever or superior performer in most of the things that I do...
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