I want to write something enjoyable to read. I want to write something inspiring. I want to write out the million feelings swirling around in my head right now. I want to write, desperately trying to decipher why I feel this overwhelming sense of confusion in this new phase I’ve entered in my life.

I’ve wandered into the woods. I’ve taken an off-beaten path. I’ve stumbled into thorns, and have found their roses. In my relationships. In my career. In my life.

I’ve loved. I’ve lost. I’ve recovered. I’ve learned.

I’ve fought tooth and nail for what I believe in. I’ve cried. I’ve worked my ass off. I’ve taken in my surroundings. I’ve made decisions. I’ve dealt with their consequences.

And now, I’m at that silent place, with the wind swirling around me, standing still…wondering…asking…”what now?

I want to make sense of this eerily quiet feeling. The feeling that I’m an outsider looking in at my actions. The wondering of where I’m going next.

I want to be okay with the fact that I’m okay with just enjoying the journey I’m experiencing right now. And taking things as they come. And dealing with them as best I can.

For a woman who has had her own personal filofax for life, this is the hardest thing to do….to realize there are some things in life beyond my control. 

To take a moment, breathe, and do the best with what we’re given. All the while, trusting in myself…and the direction that my life is leading me.