Which is what I’ve been doing all afternoon. I’m getting away with it by telling myself that it’s because it’s Sunday and nothing’s really open that there’s no real point in venturing out into the cold.
I hope this will pass.
It feels strange to think I’ve been in this room all day when I look out at the view from my window. I see houses and businesses and even a misplaced construction crane. And then I remember that this is how I’ve always lived my life: on the other side of glass. I spend all my waking hours in classrooms, in offices, in my room.
I need to make a change.
But since I plan on spending the rest of the day not doing anything, change can wait until tomorrow.
It feels strange to think I’ve been in this room all day when I look out at the view from my window. I see houses and businesses and even a misplaced construction crane. And then I remember that this is how I’ve always lived my life: on the other side of glass. I spend all my waking hours in classrooms, in offices, in my room.
I need to make a change.
But since I plan on spending the rest of the day not doing anything, change can wait until tomorrow.
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