Viewing the horizon with a half-empty glass in my hand.

I feel as if I am being swept away by the tide, farther and farther away from any safe harbor.

There is no escape from this pervasive sense of hopelessness. No matter how deep I burrow under the covers in my bed, I cannot find comfort.

Motivation is slipping away. Sleep, the root of my dilemma, continues to elude me when I need it most.

I wonder if I'm getting fired this morning.