Uninspired, unmotivated, directionless…Monday evening my nephew saved me from another night of binge watching on Netflix. Out of the ordinary, he calls me, and asked about my day. Really I wanted to reply, “kind of sh**ty.”
I use to beg for a normal life…less work hours, more time to focus on dreams, more travel time, more television time. I remember coming home late nights ready to give in to my bed. That was my daily routine, oh, and occasionally cry because I was afraid of the direction I was going in.
Here’s to more sleepless nights. Here’s to witnessing my dreams unfold. And finally to my nephew for his uncanny approach at interrogations.