Siddity in the City

I’m having an existential crisis. I mean, here I am, plodding along, seeking my deeper truths and whatnot. I throw caution to wind and pursue my dreams, right? That’s what I’m supposed to be doing right now, yeah?

Caution: thrown.
Pursuit: engaged.
Dreams: Wha?

Whichwhatwhonow?
So, I’m moving. Okay, great. I’m laboring here under the assumption that a change of scene will yield some change in fate, but if it were fate, it wouldn’t be changing now, would it? What if my stinking fate is to remain where I am, under some corporate boot of DOOM?!?! And was that boot really all that bad? I checked my student loans yesterday, and reviewed my payment history throughout the life of the loan. Do you know I knocked over $20,000 off my student loans in the last three years? If I’d have stuck out the old job another 4, I’d have them all paid off! And I’d only be 33, which is plenty young to decide thereafter to become a world-travelling literary rock star, etc.

I have to go to sleep now. It occurs to me I need to be up and commuting in roughly 3 hours. Blast.