What bothers me is that I feel I am slowly turning into somebody different. Or perhaps I have refined choices in what I want to do next. The battle seems to be about breaking the mold of what’s expected or what’s predictable. Or maybe it’s about finding some courage to learn something new off the path.

What do we really achieve when we are on auto-pilot? We receive security and the promise of safety. But really, what else?

Sometimes I am tired of being George. I am tired of the same old descriptions or tiring impressions. Am I really a nice guy? Or am I so good at faking it because of what people may think if I acted otherwise?

I am a slave to paying my bills.

(Or, I am a spoiled millennial with no real reason to complain…)