This porch captured my attention because of it’s contrast to the black and white mural framed in red and painted on the walls surrounding it. The contradiction to the wood and brick of the porch feels like the indecision constantly playing in my mind.
My journal entry last night finished with a segment I don’t remember writing thanks to half a bottle of mango rum and warm gatorade. After my conference today I opened my journal to jot down how invigorated I am about our company and how hopeful I am to pull off a transfer with promotion. Apparently drunken me has no desire to move further up within our company, or at least that’s what I wrote last night. I wonder if I’ll ever decide what I actually want.