Humble Beginnings
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June 21, 2003
I am losing myself.
Ever feel as if you're not living life, but rather, life is living you? And that you've got this heavy unrest that's just lying in wait, living beneath the skin, or in the pit of the stomach... That's how I feel. I'm in the same job, the same part in the same show... Right when i get the adrenaline rush to do something with my life... I'm not sure. It's as if this apathetic wave of guilt or depression consumes me, and I end up staring at well thought out plans, lacking the uncomfortable tension that makes me put one foot in front of the other. Maybe that's just it. Maybe I'm too comfortable. Why is it that this revelation hits me today, the LONGEST day of the year?
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