Do you ever feel like you’re trying to be told something that you just can’t quite grasp? I feel like I have all of this…stuff. Stuff that I don’t quite understand how to organize. I don’t know where I’m going, I don’t know how to piece it together, but I know it’s leading me somewhere. Is this the part of the ride where we’re going up and up and up, lingering oh-so-briefly at the top-most point, only to release control and tension, letting the universe take the wheel?
It’s hard to say.