My grandma and grandpa gave me a card for graduation, and my grandma wrote something along the lines of this: You are not where you have been. You are not yet where you are going. You are well on your way.
Well, I have been on this seemingly never-ending road to “somewhere” for a damn long time! It has been a trip and not always a bad one. But I am tired of this road. I feel like I am in a pothole. Isn’t it time I find my final destination? Do I need a new road? Perhaps I should veer sharply off the road, hit the rumble strips and hope for something to happen.
My Road
Long and dusty,
pothole-ridden,
roadkill-littered
no edge lines…
continually under construction.
Blah. blog. blah. blogged out (although I have not blogged in ages) and bogged down. Does that make sense to anyone? I feel like yuck. I feel stuck in the land of limbo. Stuck between past and future, and not feeling very present.
1 comment:
Ironically, from the future you may look back and wish you had done x.
We simply need time machines.
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