This was how I was feeling today as I was waiting for my train into the city. Not that I’m actually living in a cage or anything like that… I was just feeling nostalgic, should I stay or should I go? Torn on what to do, torn on what decisions to make.
What if I go home for 1-2 months and slack off, and miss out on a myriad of opportunities here?
What to do?
And then I saw…
IF this old lady is not letting age stop her, what am I whinging about?