What if, as your day ends, you find yourself facing a path that doesn't lead in a direction you planned for, at all?
An alternative that you never really considered?
One that by all accounts, would be considered progress. Success. Achievement.
But still feels funny, because its not how you wrote your script?
It will work itself out, in time, I imagine. To an outsider, it might seem like a natural evolution. Today, it still feels like I'm falling short of something.
I've felt out of synch, off balance for some time now. Like I landed a triple lutz wrong, but still went straight into the double axel. Now it feels like my skate just came untied. And my costume is about as stable as Ekaterina Rubleva's (NSFW). And the ice has started to melt.
Then again, maybe its just life's way of telling me to get off the ice, and down to the beach . . .
It's either time for a hot bath. Or a drink. Or both.