I'm restless. It's caused by a weird combination of work to do and no desire to do it. On one hand I feel like I have time to slack off but when I slack off I feel that I can't because I have work to do. The battle between the responsible self, the slacker self, and occasionally the silly self are in an endless cycle.



I have been stuck for a couple of days now. I will be until I am on that plane. The wonderful plane that will transport me away from this dull, predictable existence and take me to a new one full of uncertainty and exploration. We are in a constant conflict of safety and exploration. It's in out nature to explore but our need for safety keeps us grounded. Since childhood we have been trying to master the right combination of the two.