Borrowed in The Stuff That's Not Interesting But Is The Most Interesting Stuff I'll Write

I’m doing nothing.

I mean, now I wake up every day early in the morning and if I don’t go to work, I take children to school. Then I’m free until I have to pick up kids from school. I wander around town. I go to home stores and look at gardening tools. I go to the mall and buy new shoes for the kids, or a nice new leather bag for myself. I have lunch with some friend that I had forgotten existed while I was in Los Angeles.

I’m living a life that is not mine. I never wanted any of this, in fact, I think that I made specific choices out of fear of this becoming my life.

But this isn’t really my life. This is someone else’s existence entirely, and I’m just filling in until I know what to do with myself.