The other day I wrote about an epiphany I had the other day chatting with a coworker. This morning I was going through old drafts that were once public, looking for inspiration to expound upon something I may have glossed over before. I’m all about that content management.
The big epiphany, thanks for asking, was about discovering I am a commitment-phobe. Well, low and behold, in a draft from 08/12/2017 (a year ago!), I finished the piece with the line, “I obviously have commitment issues.” And the piece was about not knowing my future and how I felt being unemployed at that time.
I feel there are a couple parts to me. The aloof, go-with-the-flow, no fucks are given me and the acutely introspective critic that keeps regurgitating important information to the aloof who once in a while reacts in awe, then forgets about it and goes on being aloof.
If that doesn’t sum me up as a person, I don’t know what would.