At Starbucks this morning, I stared mindlessly at the falling rain and all I wanted to do was cry. With absolute contrast to yesterday, I felt as if my batteries had just drained and there was no place to recharge. It’s funny how the weather can affect one’s mood. Don’t put me on suicide watch; I just feel a bit deflated. I must make some decisions and I don’t want to.

Complacency is a dangerous word. Sure it means comfort. Isn’t there a time when comfort is a bad thing?