Wednesday, August 27, 2008

I once was lost, but now I'm. . . missing?

You ever found yourself sitting on rocky bed of a Chattanooga Motel 6 wondering where things went left? Not just left-left - left on Tulane left. I feel unfocused. I look unfocused. The trip home was necessary for so many reasons. I thought this trip was simply an opportunity to reconnect with people I cared about from whom I had been separated for far too long. I was partially correct, but it ran SO much deeper than that. I needed to discover how disconnected I had become from myself; mind, body and spirit.

I've felt like a lost lamb in the woods before, so I figured the journey home would aid in clearing my head, and everything would be okay. I would have hatched a plan by then. Imagine my frustration when I found myself one hour from home, and no closer to a solution than the hour I embarked upon my journey.

This feeling is not hopelessness, nor is it helplessness. If anything, it is showing me that I am growing up, and I have real things to deal with; real decisions to make. Those who know me, know that a plot is in the making. I'm just not sure what it is yet. Stay tuned though. I feel a breakthrough coming on.


BLESSD1 said...

Hey...I've been waiting on your great american novel for YEARS! Just let me know the release date.

The Champ said...

I know exactly how you feel. This guy sums it up well:

Clifton said...

Good luck on you plot.......Embrace taking the time to get it in clear focus.

bint alshamsa said...

Hey babe! How ya' been? I've been busy almost losing my middle finger. I've got pictures up on my blog and I'm sure you'll want to call me after taking a look at them. ;)