Standing Still

I'm sitting her on a Sunday night, thinking, thinking, thinking. I'm thinking about a lot. My mind feels jumbled. I'm thinking where does time go? I swear that I was 25, two years ago. Where did the other 6 years go? They went by too fast. I'm thinking that my focus should be to make sure the rest of my years are enjoyed as much as possible. So that I'm not asking this same question 6 years from now. My first instinct is to make a plan, but I'm thinking that this time I should just let it flow. I haven't done that in last few years and I miss the unpredictability of that. Plus, it takes too much energy that can be focused on more important things. And no matter how damn good you are... no one has that kind of control.

I've found myself contemplating a career change and moving to another area to get out of the rut. I thought a change of scenery would do some good. And since I like my little corner of the world I decided to just take a trip. The time away will do me some good. I guess I'll just call it confusion. It may be that disappointment is finally taking its toll. But, I'm going to do what I do best, be optimistic and keep on moving.