Where do I start?
I don't know what's wrong with me, I hear this blog calling me and I have things to say but there's some defiant little self-sabotaging brat that keeps coming along and kicking me in the literary shins.
I'm not any closer to choosing a new direction.
I have this tick-tock calling of something (what?!)
something new that keeps nagging at me.
I wake up dreaming of a life other than the one I'm living in...
But I'm in the life that I'm in right now,
in the time that I'm in right now,
in the place that I'm in right now
for a reason right now.
Trust the journey. Isn't that what they say?
(Who the heck are they anyways?)