you'll pay an emotional price for your inaction

Recently, I come home from work and dissolve into nothingness. I lie in bed and stare at the ceiling and I wait. I don't know what I'm waiting for - perhaps for the next 12 hours to pass so I can be useful again at my corporate job? Initially, I called my idleness "a much-needed rest;" however, now I'm suspecting it's something closer to a comfortable form of avoidance, anxiety disguised as…