Maybe my soul doesn’t want another normal job; maybe that’s why I get stuck in this place over and over again. I usually find a normal job and then end up frustrated anyway. This is what worse though: I don’t write books while I’m working and I also don’t write them when I’m unemployed. Fourteen years have past. I self-published a book and I got good feedback on it. So why I didn’t I follow through? I honestly don’t know the answer, but I hadn’t consciously made this question either, so I look forward to finding out some answers soon. Is life about reinventing yourself or actually reconnecting with what your soul is here for, against whatever people say?