So today was a uneventful, mundane evening. I had a evening shift and had a not so pleasant experience with a Priest, I mean it's kind of funny yet confusing at the same time but anyway, that's a story for another day. I rushed home after my shift and started to feel really sick because I hadn't eaten since morning so I gorged out on a left over spaghetti and some hot chicken wings crisps and then felt even more sick because I ate too fast. A mistake I always seem to make and regret but it's all good, I got through it and had a lot of water to help digest it all. Now I'm in bed with some warm milk and a shot of brown cinnamon syrup to sweeten me up ready for bed, but yet it's still hard to sleep knowing that I have another uneventful, long day of having a job which is soooo boring and uninspiring. I mean I tell myself, this isn't forever and that I'm working this part time job to support my journey towards my dream of having a career that I love and I'm passionate about. However the doubt and the fear of failing manages to stop me each time from trying. Although I know this is only a bump in the road of a very long journey of being the person I was meant to be and who I would like to be so basically, it's a work in progress. Now I didn't expect this to get so deep but for some reason when your lying in bed, you tend to get very sentimental and tend to overthink a lot, well at least I do. Anyhow, there's my insightful monologue for the night and now I'm ready for bed so goodnight folks.