Sometimes you stick your head up out of the ground. You look around and you know where you are, but you still feel as tough you are lost.
I'm lost. The person in me is lost. My hope is that it is temporary but at my age, every day lost is invaluable, therefor such days are costly.
I have several projects underway including a manuscript. I'm trying to stay busy in my current condition, but it is like being without a compass. This week especially has been like that. My creativity is not being nourished.
Besides that, I recently made a very big decision. One that will challenge me mentally, physically and emotionally. But right now, right here today I am at an emotional ebb. That is to say my emotions are rolling out to sea and may soon be cast about. Will there be that emotional support? Will there be that outreached hand?
If the little fellow above looks bewildered or scared, then he could definitely be me. It might be that black hole that I sink back into.
tags: #compass #emotional #lost
Michael Allyn Wells - notes & musings