where i think i am is rarely where i am. what i think people think is rarely what they think.
this is not necessarily bad, it's just perplexing to me since i tend to trust my feelings. the certainty is that, in lots of ways, my feet are most definitely not under me yet. it's coming, though, i know it. i mean, my ideas are waking me up at night. it's been ages since that happened and that's what i need to be certain of. the rest is just the rest.
now my decision is whether to retreat or forge ahead. in this week of downs and ups, the only real choice is to forge ahead. so that is what i'll do.
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forge on!
ReplyDeleteIs that Marshall, your uncle, or Marshall, your husband? ;-)
ReplyDeleteRegardless, I concur. Forge on, indeed.
it is, oddly, marshall, my aunt...
ReplyDeleteconsider me forging - or whatever. :-)