I’m not thinking about this month.  See me not thinking about it?

I’m not questioning why and what’s next.  See me just getting on with it?

There’s been a head in the sand kind of quality to life this past week or so.  Failure to evaluate and decide is still a decision.

It irks the snot out of me.

There’s a time and a season for all things.  Just because I want to push doesn’t mean that it’s the right thing to do.  But, it doesn’t mean it’s not either.  There’s a distinct ‘do it!!” kind of impulse that I’m battling with.  I feel like yelling.

Well, that’s called life.  There are no hard, fast answers.  There is doing my best every day and hoping that it was right and good.  This feeling of unrest is much more palatable than having to push through the fog of waffling.  I feel like I’m in some sort of World of Warcraft terrain.  Where are the Rodents of Unusual Size?

Significantly,

Susan Scot Fry

Update…  Nope, I was right.  It is time to push for an answer.