Thoughts:

Do you ever feel like it takes longer than it should to put on a shirt? Like once you’ve put one on and it’s all said and done, it feels like you must’ve done it the wrong way or something. This isn’t a metaphor. 
Also, I poured out the five day old cup of coffee that was in my car onto the street and now I feel super convicted about the stain that it’s made on the concrete. Also not a metaphor. 
Finally, what do I want to do with my life? And that really is a real question right now. Not a wandering prompt to get to a certain answer. I honestly want to figure this out because I feel like there’s something I’m missing. Like a corn maze with lots of perfectly fine routes and exits, but with one of the exits having a chocolate cake at the finish line. Something I’d really enjoy. 
I want to find my chocolate cake corn maze exit. 

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