Once again I sit here and stew in this little sinkhole of my own making, and wonder, what have I become since coming here?

Superficially, I am probably achieving all my little dreams and goals.

But if I dig slightly deeper, dare myself to look at the pile of junk that lies unattended somewhere in my head and heart, I know the little things still remain there, untouched, forgotten.

I think I’m actually afraid to start sifting.