Morning at work

[neongraal]

I can feel it looming, the desire, the hunger, the potentiality.

The feeling that I should be somewhere else, doing something else, being someone else (?).

The commitments I've made to myself seeming more like chains than guides.

The commitments I made to others being things I'm finding I wish I had more to time to commit to.

Freedom is being able to choose, living is all about change so perhaps Living Free merely means choosing to change (or not, as long as it's a choice and not a procrastination) or is it changing what you choose.

Reading "The Speed of Dark" (Elizabeth Moon) always results in thoughts of change and choice.