late in the night feeling alright
recently i’ve been thinking about age-related dread and whether or not it’s really just the same dread we will face through our entire lives with different names?
i’ve felt a pang in my soul since i’ve gotten more serious about my career where i feel like i no longer feel able to be as creative as i used to be. in some ways, i feel less like myself and my mind is so focused on ways i can please others at work. is it cynical for me to frame pleasing others as billable labor?
i’ve also been trying to craft escapist fantasies to deal with this mysterious dread. it’s been a hard task, to be honest, and i’m starting to wonder if maybe i am actually very, very okay.
















