Who am I?
I’ve asked myself this question several times over the last week or so, and I still don’t have an answer.
What am I?
Another question, it’s answer shrouded in the gray area that has become my life.
Where am I going?
I don’t know. I really don’t.
All I know is what I was, and even that seems distorted in the static of selective memory. People change, it’s in their nature. So how do I change in order to adapt to this new life that seems to have been chosen for me?
I’ve made some life-changing choices over the last week; and I’ve been optimistic so far about them, but what am I supposed to do on the days I wake up and feel like every choice I’ve ever made was a mistake that led up to this single melancholy morning?
Take a breath, power through, and tell myself that things will get better.
My choices are made, and they feel like the right ones. Now I just wait and see what happens…
Things will get better.