I’ve been waiting for several days now. I’m trapped in a limbo between projects, between work, between… things.
I don’t have enough time to sit down and read a book or watch a film and yet I have too much time on my hands. I should be relaxing but I can’t. I’m stuck between phases. Unable to move forward and yet unable to look back.
I stare at the usual mantras written above my desk and the words make no sense any more. The hours tick by and I can’t seem to break the paralysis.
Happiness should arrive by the weekend. If it doesn’t I’m going to have to move onto Plan B. Right now though I have no idea whatsoever as to what that plan could be.