The String

It could just be me...

Or it could also be a byproduct of an extended quarter life crisis.

I've had that point where all the people, places, and events in my life continually swirl around me and dissolve into a hazy mist, where I can't touch them or feel them. There were times when these things seem like an illusion - much like living in someone else's movie of a life.

And time... don't let me get started on time. Time moves at an agonizingly slow pace. Time heals they say. Well, for me, time was nothing but an expanse I had to sit in while I wait in limbo. Limbo while watching the world pass you by - such a painful thing to endure, even if you had to sit through this with a cup of coffee and a fresh croissant.

Somehow, despite all the negative things I had to say in this post, I found a string to hold on to. At first, I held it in my hand and it slowed down the blur. Then, I instinctively learned to tug on it, and it made an incision in the fog, giving me a glimpse of what lies ahead - interesting things, might I add.

At this point, I'd have to say, it's more of a matter of un-learning what I know, and re-learning to trust my gut.

It's not at all easy, but I MUST FOLLOW MY STRING.

the curtain finally parts...

And it's when...

...it's finally time to see the big picture.
...the why's and wherefore's of a previous life finally gets some solid answers.
...your favorite tune finally comes on the radio.
...you finally wake up with a little pep in your step.
...you realize you got what it takes to be on top of your game, and you've had it all along.

Cheese.

But cheese aside, don't these things ring true?

My curtain finally parted, and voila!

I found my head and my heart in the same place.