By now, I hope you have gathered a sense of why I have chosen to title this series "What Are You Doing?"
It may not be obvious to you, but yes, the countdown has shifted.
One of the biggest lessons I've had to learn lately is how important it is to trust yourself. I can be detrimentally logical at times, to the point where I reason myself out of doing what I truly feel is the right thing. Beyond that, I tend to put the needs and happiness of others far ahead of my own, and I far too often have sacrificed my own success and happiness because someone else doesn't approve, or it isn't in the best interest of another person.
You awaken to an unusual aroma, one that may have been markedly putrid if you hadn't already gone nose-blind to its pungency during your contiguous state of blissful slumber. Strangely enough, this was the first night in quite some time now that you hadn't suffered severe insomnia, a compelling phenomenon considering you ran out of melatonin three nights prior.
I went to bed at 7 PM last night, swaddled in an uncomfortable blanket of self-doubt and systemic claustrophobia. I knew I wouldn't get any rest like this, so I popped an Ativan and scrolled through pages and pages of beautiful vintage dresses that I can't afford until I grew weary and passed out.