Crossroads

It’s weird not knowing where to go next.

Like you know where you want to end up, and you can see it clearly, resting on fundamentally solid bricks. But what to do right now is just a hazy, cloudy, foggy mist.

I have turned to measuring. Placing my values and dreams on scales against each other, straining my eyes to see which direction the balance tips. Magnetizing my priorities and bucket lists in the hopes that something can point unwavering in my compass.

Living on the whims of necessity and passion has gotten me here, but when neither stays to compel action or inaction, I’ve become ensnared in limbo.

When the destination is just out of reach, and there’s no lighted path in between, I sometimes feel as if I’m kept in purgatory.