Today, mid-sentence in my book, I was compelled to quit reading and stand. Hubs looked up and asked "what?" to which I responded, "I'm dissatisfied with my life." He asked what part and I burst into tears and said, "all of it." I got a drink, put on my shoes and told him I needed to take a walk.
After walking for, oh, a half hour I looked up to realize that not only do I not know where I am, I don't know where I'm going.
It only took a moment for me to figure both out, but it occurred to me that that is where I am in life. I don't know where I am, nor where I'm going. I have no idea who I am or what I am doing.
It is mighty hard to get anywhere or accomplish anything when you are in that state.
So, just to give you a heads up, I might not be chipper on my blog for a while. But I'm sick of faking my way through life. I'm going to pretend I don't know anyone who reads this and try to figure myself out.