Eddy in the stream

I'm feeling wholly uninspired to write tonight, which strikes me as a bit odd because I've been composing poetry in my head all day. I've been too pensive lately, and today it seemed to be even more compelling than usual to allow myself to burrow into the thoughts in my own head.

I don't know exactly where I am right now, and I don't know exactly where I'm going. I set myself toward a goal, but I seem to continually be pulled in another direction. And yet, that goal is still such a compulsion for me. I don't want to let it go, and I still believe that with a little luck and a lot of effort I can make it happen. I believe its time is coming. And I want it so much. That pull from another direction is still there, though, and I have been giving it attention. It deserves attention. I don't know what will happen next. I believe much will depend on timing. Some things are moving more quickly than others, and there are additional variables as well. Should I be rowing or following the current?

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Erin said…
Although your post is somewhat cryptic, I think I know exactly what you mean. I've been feeling the same way about my life lately. Things are changing, and I don't know where it will all take me, but I am hopeful that the universe and I are on the same page.

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