I don't know.

It's 10:30pm on Labor Day and I am in bed.

I didn't go anywhere this long weekend.

I spent today fixing my drawer and cleaning my room.

I haven't seen my friends nor have I done anything special.

I'm not unhappy but I'm not happy either. Something's missing.

I don’t know what though.

I used to be a lot more of a dreamer than I am now.

I used to love photography and making things.

I haven't taken a proper photo in a while.

I either tell myself I can't find the time or I can't find the place.

I am not telling myself the truth. At least, I don't think so.

I am stuck in a loop.

I am following the path I picked out for myself, or so I thought.

I set goals and do my best to meet them — sometimes I do.

But that's normal, or so I think.

My heart is in the right place, but I worry about my head.

I am losing a side of myself, a side I've had so little time to get to know.

Maybe that's why I am writing this.

It’s 10:30pm on Labor Day and I am in bed.

How will I feel on the next Labor day?

I don't know.