I’m unsure which path to take, because my life is presently hinged upon so many others. I feel like a swinging door, just waiting for things to settle back down again. I thought I knew what I was doing, I thought I was a big girl and that I could handle it.
Sometimes getting knocked on your ass is a humbling experience, sometimes it is an enlightening one.
I think I need to retreat back to the safety and comfort of the familiar and accept that sometimes, maybe, things don’t happen for a reason. Maybe they just are.