And I to this pen
.
I've outgrown my life officially.
The bad thing is that every time I spend more than a week here in Arkanasas I begin to think that I won't be able to function anywhere else. I get scared, quite frankly. Scared of the unknown which I knew intimately just a few days earlier. Scared of myself and my abilities.
So I sit here itchy, piles of discontent at my feet. This time is misquito bites. It's talcum powder rain. It's cactus pie.
I am in no pain, but I'm in no pleasure either. Letting the metaphors wash over me does cleanse my soul, though. Knowing that the next tide will come in at the end of the day also relinquishes the dewey joy hormones to fall through my face.
Does anyone have insights into out-grown lives? What happens when you have to roll the sleeves up on your days?
I've outgrown my life officially.
The bad thing is that every time I spend more than a week here in Arkanasas I begin to think that I won't be able to function anywhere else. I get scared, quite frankly. Scared of the unknown which I knew intimately just a few days earlier. Scared of myself and my abilities.
So I sit here itchy, piles of discontent at my feet. This time is misquito bites. It's talcum powder rain. It's cactus pie.
I am in no pain, but I'm in no pleasure either. Letting the metaphors wash over me does cleanse my soul, though. Knowing that the next tide will come in at the end of the day also relinquishes the dewey joy hormones to fall through my face.
Does anyone have insights into out-grown lives? What happens when you have to roll the sleeves up on your days?