I’ve been walking down a particular road for 23 days now and it has meant leaving a good chunk of my life behind. Occasionally I wonder what would have happened if I had changed the course of my route and wandered down a different road, but this often leads to feelings of despair and discomfort so I try my best not to think about it. Of course however hard I try, I fail to contain my thoughts within the lines I draw. I am somtimes sad and sometimes happy. I am sometimes up and I am sometimes down. As for the road I chose not to take: I am sure it’s still expecting me to pass by some time soon but this time I am not going to change the course of MY life for anyone but ME.
Twenty three days and counting