My mind has been in swirling, swishing, swashing motion. I have lists upon lists of things to start, continue and complete. I’m wondering, more often than not, if the steps I’m taking, the moves I’m making will get me where I want to get.
I’m wondering, more often than not, if I even know where it is I want to get.
Goals, I thought, reasonable and reachable, seem further away with each step taken. I feel out of focus. Having taken the lead in so many areas, for so many people, for such a long time, has rendered me, spent.
My life has sputtered off track. The conductor has taken a break and the *back in five minutes* notice, insolently mocking, provides little assurance.
Some adjustment, apparently, is in order.