I know that title sounds bad, I don't mean it. I just mean I understand a bit. This is the first time I've lived alone in adulthood except for a 6 month stint in an efficiency apartment in college.
I have a job, a nice house, friends, dogs, family. And yet. Sitting alone at the end of the day I can't help but ask myself what it's all about. I've been so busy caring for others, making a home, making a life, that I don't even know what my dreams are. What's the point? I don't mean to sounds depressed, its just I'm alone with my thoughts and a minimal to do list. I'm not sure who will come out the other side of this, but maybe I will have an idea who she is. Right now my own heart and mind feel like the undiscovered country.
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