Every morning, I wake up much like Phil Connors does in Groundhog Day and begin the day in almost the exact same way. Granted, I’m not stuck in some kind of weird time-loop however, in the big picture, I do the same thing every day.

I wake up, I get ready, I drive to work, I do crap at work, I drive home from work, I eat, do insignificant shit and then go to bed so that I can do it all over again the next day. The average working stiff could probably attest to much the same thing; that their life is incredibly repetitive and mundane. It’s common.

Where my life would obviously differ from that of Phil Connors is that I don’t have an infinite loop to try and get it right. Phil literally repeats the same day over again, never getting older and never moving on. I don’t have that. I have a very finite time to figure this thing out and get it right; whatever my version of right would be. Finding that out should probably be at the top of my list of things to do.

My consciousness has been on a bit of a hiatus for somewhere beyond a year now. I haven’t been living, I’ve been barely existing. I have ignored the consequences of my action, or sometimes, inaction and I have forgotten some of the parts of myself that I used to like. I need to spend some time to remember because, unlike Phil Connors, my life isn’t on hold.