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If you follow my social media accounts (all of which you can find here) you would know that I have, indeed, and again, changed companies and/or careers. I know, it sounds soooo millenial. It wasn’t for any other devastating reason, really. I just had to. Because like most millenials, I too believe in chasing after your dreams– as well as in princesses, mermaids, and wizards.
My recent posts talk about being blessed, finding the perfect path in God’s perfect time, and saying goodbye. Here’s the third part of the story– I woke up one day and realized I was just lucid dreaming. I’m not about to spoil your day, this isn’t a rant blog or a feel-bad-about-me post. I’m too much of an optimist to post such stuff. But I will say this: Inside our own dreams lay little hidden nightmares that would probably make the faint of heart run away, scared and shit.
I’m sleepy, I’m tired– I’m exhausted beyond belief. I’m running on high dosages of caffeine and sugar and empathy. My smiles are plagued with fear and relief and satisfaction and anxiety. But mainly I’m just super tired.