Who is this person that I call "Me"?

Who is this person that I call "Me"? I woke up this morning with this question on the tip of my tongue. I was late to work by a half hour because my alarm failed to go off again after I hit snooze.

At 7:30 am I walked through the glass doors with my muscles still tight from yet another restless night's sleep. I sat down at my desk and began my day in earnest plodding from one ticket to the next. My productivty covered up the haze I was floating in. All day long I have been looking at the world through smudged glasses. Heck, even when I wear my contacts I can't see the world straight. It is skewed by a tremendous amount of indecision. I have decided to be undecided. What would Immaneul Kant have to say about my choice?

Sometimes I think I need outside help and other times I just think I need to be by myself. It is just one of those phases I am in where I have lost touch with myself and what I need. Unregimented eating habits, lack of exercise and not enough deep sleep have equated to my slow decline. I am crawling along in life.

I am looking forward to recapturing my sense of self this weekend. It is time to dig deep and finally start healing.