Somedays are exhausting. A day like today. Those days that you just feel tired even though you think you slept well or atleast semi-well and you think that it was enough. Those days that you feel like there's a lot on your plate. Not necessarily too much that you can't handle it all but still you know what's coming. Or maybe the thing is that you aren't exactly sure what's coming and so it's hard to prepare for.

It's those days that you wish you could curl up in bed with a good book and let your imagination run free with the words on the pages. Hopefully it'll be a book that'll grab you and take you away from reality if only for a couple of hours.

Those days that it's not necessarily just the tangible things that are weighing on you but those emotions, thoughts, fears. Fear of the unknown. Thoughts questioning if you are making the right decisions in your life. After all, what is right and wrong? Not the moral aspect. But what is right and wrong for you. For your current situation. For the workplace. For your sanity. For your happiness. And those emotions that flood the forefront as you try to shove them back into their place. Back into the depths of yourself just so no one else suspects that you have them. That you have concerns. Worries. The desperate desire to have some kind of confirmation telling you that you are headed in the right direction. The right direction in your career. The right direction in love. But then you think, is there even a "right" direction?