I haven’t sat down and written like this in awhile… but I’ve been defeated by words.
I don’t know how to truly define how I’ve been feeling or pinpoint what has been making me feel this way.
I’m not feeling lost… more like I’m still wandering my path.
Just when I thought I was reaching my destination, I came to a fork in the road. Not only does this fork throw my compass off track, but it gives me something this long insipid path has been lacking.
It sparks intrigue, curiosity, and a sense of wonderment that I haven’t felt in years. Its magnetic pull is drawing me in.
For the first time in a long time, I feel like I am connected to the path, not just drifting on it.
Now I’m forced to choose… left…. or right…
I’ve never been one to follow every single rule given to me. I’ve never been one to do exactly as told.
I can keep traveling the same path that I’ve accepted or I can veer left and see where the mystery path takes me.
Funny, I seem to have misplaced my map.