I have driven into a rut. Figuratively, of course.
I’m not sure when exactly it happened, not even sure if there was an exact moment when I hit it or if I got there by gradually running over the same exact place over and over until eventually the rut formed.
Whatever, it doesn’t matter the how, or even the why.
What matters is what am I going to do about it. What matters is how I’m going to dig my way out of the rut.
But I don’t know. I’m bored at home, especially with the threat of winter looming over my head. Most weeks I spend my days off counting the hours, minutes until I have to go back to work. Some mornings waking up hoping that some illness has over taken me in the night that will prevent me from having to go to work.
Something has to give, I have to shake my life up, somehow. Sometimes I just want to get in my car and drive far away, but I just can’t do that…
I just wish I knew what should do.