I'm not one to get all Shakespearean on you - in all honesty, I've never read an entire Shakespeare work in my life; despite having an undergraduate degree in English. But, this morning while I was looking out the window and watching the glorious white stuff fall from the sky, this quote just popped into my head and felt apt for my mood
While I've loved the flakes falling from the sky, I've been less enamored by the conflicted feelings swirling internally. If only I could figure out a way to get away...Sometimes it seems that I am so occupied listening to everyone else's voice that I can't hear my own. Figuring out what I want, where I want to be, who I want to be, feels more like a continuing saga than an increasingly more illuminated path. Some time alone, without the distractions (joyful or otherwise) of everyday life, would probably go a long way in making me feel a bit more grounded and serene.
I know this will pass. I believe each day brings me closer to a deeper understanding, a more clear acceptance of self and others, but, there are days when this holding pattern I find myself flying within feels more than a little constricting. For now, I remain optimistically pessimistic.