Willing as we think we are to traverse a straight line life keeps challenging us with detours and (other) possibilities.
Having travelled for as long as I have does not guarantee me a proximation of the life I had envisioned for myself. I am constantly distracted by another prospect, another way to go, another opportunity, another reality. The list is ever before me.
With that said I am forced to look harder, dive deeper:
What do I want?
To coerce myself to pause is a good distraction. What I'm running after matters more in retrospect. It needs to be something that will fulfill me. Or else why run after it?
For now, I take a deep breath... a moment to define my ache.
The running can resume in due time.
*original post 2009.10.26