Why did I just have to close my door at work because I could not physically stand to listen to a conversation about who has the most rights to a communal conference room?
Why can't I just come to work, put my head down, get shit done and leave?
Why does it hurt my soul so fucking much?
Why, if I know deep down that there is something more for me, have I not figured out what it is?
Why, suddenly, is the comfort I felt in security and routine my biggest trigger?
Why am I so bored. ALL. THE. TIME?
Why don't I trust that I am smart, fun, interesting, creative (insert other random judgmental adjective here) ENOUGH?
The problem is totally me, right?
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