One of my least favorite feelings in life is when you realize you're coasting. That things are just moving. Work,...
One of my least favorite feelings in life is when you realize you're coasting. That things are just moving. Work, home life, whatevs. It's all on cruise control. I hate it so hard.
Any time you think of changing it up, you tell yourself you don't have time. You tell yourself not to interrupt the coasting. Don't turn off cruise control and make your own speed, just keep rolling down the highway in the right lane. Don't pass anyone. Don't exit the highway. Don't make any stops. Don't take the scenic route. Don't try that local diner which boasts the best burger in town.
I hate it. So hard.
Time passes, and then you look back with the eyes of regret. You should have stopped. You should have changed lanes. You should have tried that damn burger. But now the road is ending, you're entering a one-way street, and the diner has been closed for years.