My hands, once tied down by the bounties of life, have been granted a chance to regain circulation. Yet, encroaching on a third month of a "vacation," I begin feeling shameful. Of all the frustration felt after the most frustrating semester I have yet to endure, this still feels undeserving. The binds once tying my fingers tightly together, are replaced by my thighs resting heavily on them as I sit and wait for something.
I never would have thought I would be unable to enjoy reserved boredom. I need the business and bustle of life. Without which, I am lost.