Version B1

Just a bit contemplative today. I took a day off work so I spent the morning cleaning, a worry looming over my head like one of those cartoon clouds that follows you around. My mom had always told me there would be a crossroads one day where I'd have to choose music or a "Real life." 

I am always afraid I've hit that crossroads... I guess I shouldn't really fear it. It is inevitable, and what's the point of fearing something that's bound to come?

Or maybe it's just the definitions in my head that need to be fixed. 

Sigh.