Sometimes I just sit and stare at the wall. A wall of white, with one window facing the east. The sun bares its teeth through the window, stinging my eyes until noon. I watch this wall carefully, waiting, as if it will move or change. It never does and neither do I. Stagnancy has been weighing down my life for years. The fear and anxiety of change threatening to destroy me every time I even contemplate pursuing a new opportunity or experience. So I sit and stare at this wall; I wait for it to change and wonder if it stares back waiting for the same from me.