Consider This A Whisper in BookThree: Flight Log 2016

This morning, I woke up several times. Hours apart. My body seemingly rebelling at sleep as sleep ushers in the new day. When I resolved to get out of bed, my mind screamed. I wanted nothing more than to stop the day from coming. I can’t help but feel that in another office, I wouldn’t feel like this. That there would at least be the possibility of bounding out of bed; excited to see my co-workers and looking forward to another day of life. Instead, I fall out of bed… dreading another day of isolated, lonely drudgery. Resisting another day of being hunched over a computer, trying to figure things out, and hoping I’m doing it right… with no way to know and no aid to correct me. And as I haven’t been contacted by Wayne or Quaker, I can’t help but feel that my salvation is still far off.

One of the first thoughts through my head this morning: if it wasn’t for the money, I’d have already quit.