And it was okay. It happened a few days ago. I was late to get out of bed. I lay nestled in my blankets. I wished I could just exist, and that that would be okay. Its not that I dislike my new job, actually, I love it (and at the same time know that its not what I want to do for the rest of my life). I just wake up some mornings and want to be on my own time. I listen to the cars outside the window, the birds starting to sing in the backyard, and I...