It seems some days that first-job irritates so much that I wish I could just walk away from all of it, knock over desks and monitors as I go. I was in a state not unlike this a while ago and applied elsewhere. Now those efforts are starting to come to fruition, though I’m uncertain whether I truly want to make the move or even if I’m ready to move.
It’s times like these when I really do wish for a booming voice from the sky to tell me what I ought to do.
I’m so lost these days and it’s getting difficult to streamline my thoughts because I’ve got so much running through my mind at this time.
Guilt, regret, pain, worry. All this does it’s part to effectively block the creative process.