Lost

I'm lost. My feet are slipping on the gravel on the side of the slope, feeling around for the solid place. The place of security.

Carving a new path, sailing uncharted waters, the thrill and excitement of a new adventure, doesn't come without feeling grief of what was. What I've known to be my pattern and routine in life for so long is lost. No longer possessed. No longer known.

It is not helping that the light of the sun has been lost behind the clouds all week. The warmth of the rays MIA on my skin.

Somewhere in my conscience I know that this is a time to create a new way of being. To redefine myself by who I am and not what I do. I am ignoring the thought. Maybe it is harder than I thought it would be (redefining myself I mean).

Maybe I've got it backwards and the feelings of being lost are actually a discovery of the real me, with the shell of all the busyness stripped away. Maybe I was lost in the mask of all that had to be done, the 'title' the schedule. Now that it is gone I feel totally exposed.

Either way, I take the blatant hint and build on it. Stronger than ever, I press on.