I was frustrated.
In my head, I was banging my noggin on the table.
I couldn’t see the future. I could only see red tape.
Whenever I tried to go around it, I was
Stopped. In. My. Tracks.
Sometimes, I wished I didn’t have to follow the commands handed down to me.
Why do I put up with this shit?
I would pull out some hair except I was already bald, and my fingernails were already chewed to the nubs.
I went outside and took a deep breath.
I envisioned myself in the Swiss Alps, looking up at the sun.
It was a glorious moment.
And all was good.