I'm left today with a pronounced feeling of undeniable confusion and regret. How did I get here. To this point. I sit at work and I cry at my desk, if only for a hasty moment of feeling trapped and unhappy. I'm here, I cannot help that, but I can make a decision to leave for greener grass. I scan the job sites for something I'm trained for. Sinking unhappiness filling my stomach. Time for a change. But what. With bills, with a family, with too much training in one area. The perils of the middle. When did I become this old. I feel the urge to call my parents and demand they tell me how to live my life. I stay, hoping tomorrow something changes. While screaming to myself to be the change but failing to discover how to change it.