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.
As much as it bites to realize your unhappy or dissatisfied, at least know you have the distinct opportunity to figure out whats missing. I've been there quite a few times myself in the last few years. I hope things get better.
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