Every morning I get out of bed, shower, drive to work, work, come home, go to bed only to do it over again, and again, and again. I am in perpetual ground hog’s day. Every action I take is merely a reaction. My cruise control is set and I am in overdrive, along for the ride. Clinically, I think the diagnosis is “being in a rut.”
I am bored with being stuck in auto pilot, and the only remedy I know of to treat my condition is to have an adventure. I want to take the wheel, chart my course, and find my own way. Maybe take the boat to St. Augustine, or perhaps south to Peck Lake? The gray of winter is beginning to give way to the light of spring. The days are getting longer. I can smell an adventure around the corner. It's time to move towards the light in search of the cure.
I am bored with being stuck in auto pilot, and the only remedy I know of to treat my condition is to have an adventure. I want to take the wheel, chart my course, and find my own way. Maybe take the boat to St. Augustine, or perhaps south to Peck Lake? The gray of winter is beginning to give way to the light of spring. The days are getting longer. I can smell an adventure around the corner. It's time to move towards the light in search of the cure.
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