I've seen it coming for a long time, this turning of the months. That still didn't stop it from being a shock to me this morning as I crossed off the last day of March and realized: it's here.
What does this mean?
It means that my calendar is now down one more month and I am still worried about what it all means and where the this piece will fit into the puzzle that is my life.
I grow tired of this - of constantly expecting myself to know the next step, of constantly feeling like I somehow have to have all the answers. So enough of this, enough of living my life through the expectations of others. Living like this is not living.
So this morning as I was thinking this and brushing my hair, I realized that the only fool this April was me.
What does this mean?
It means that my calendar is now down one more month and I am still worried about what it all means and where the this piece will fit into the puzzle that is my life.
I grow tired of this - of constantly expecting myself to know the next step, of constantly feeling like I somehow have to have all the answers. So enough of this, enough of living my life through the expectations of others. Living like this is not living.
So this morning as I was thinking this and brushing my hair, I realized that the only fool this April was me.
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