The Life of Lela

Mood: In Limbo
Listening to: bird talk

Crystal clear morning, yet my thoughts feel a bit muddled and scattered. Feel like I'm standing on the shore with my toes in the surf deciding whether to wade in or not. Part of me feels too tired to deal with the inevitable consequences, the thrills of riding the waves juxaposes too easily with the aftermath of 'velocity burns' and the required time to rejuvenate. Wouldn't it just be 'easier not to' for once, stay in the quiet tidal pool region and watch the events instead of diving in headfirst.

Quite a crossroads to consider. To challenge or accept, is this the issue, or is it a bizzare attempt to avoid the inevitable bruising that comes from tangling with nature. I chose in each moment which direction I will take, whether to stand firm or flee, and I imagine it will be fascinating to discover which I will do next. I'm always the last one to know, it seems!