Friday, September 6, 2013
Get Me OUT!
Patience is a virtue I do not possess. Nothing, and I mean nothing is happening quickly enough for my taste. Not getting hired. Not getting over him. Not anything. And I'm frustrated. I'm sitting in Starbucks with two crochet projects, one partially finished knitted scarf, and a chapter outline, but all I can think is: "I want out." Out of here. Out of everything. I'm not even sure what that means: To be OUT. Does it mean to be finished? Or at peace? Maybe both, and I want it. I ache to run, to hop in my car, fill up my gas tank, and drive away from everything...for good. But would the running really get me out? I somehow doubt it. Nothing feels right, and I'm tired. I want out.