Sundays are meant to be the day you get ready for the rest of the week. For me, I tend to have these anxiety filled afternoon that keeps me from doing much of anything. This could be just my internal disdain for the proceeding day and every thing that follows it, or possibly it is from my own inability to figure out where I go next or what to do to get there. Just the abstract of it all causes me to retreat into this list lonely vacuum. As I write this my heart is pounding, is writing this helping or hurting me? I don't know, what I do know is that my anxiety is through the roof. And like most people, I will get up in the morning go and drop off my daughter, then double back to go to work. I will think about putting in application for another job, that will possibly reject me or better will be the same circumstance that I am currently in. So goes the rat race, and the part I choose to play in it. Although today I have the opportunity todo something I fell like my life's purpose is. Speaking out for the people, being apart of the movement. My true roll. In transit.