Usually this feeling of discontentment and restlessness, kicks in somewhere around March, always sparing January and February. Not so this year. It's the age old feeling of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.... or maybe just plain ole cabin fever, and maybe I'm giving it a more distinctive suit by assuming it to be a life lesson? Could be.
Either way, it's a feeling the we are all too familiar with. The Spring, and also maybe even the Fall of the prior year, all seem to bring in a certain rhythm and everyday schedule that we all automatically adhere to. It's sort of comforting. Of course, until a new year sets in and the whole schedule could feel a bit like it needs a little kick in the butt.
Sitting here at my kitchen table and glancing out the window at the sky above. I can't quite shake that feeling. Something needs to budge, something needs to grow. Quite honestly, a hop on a plane to Rome sounds enticing right about now. Who wouldn't love that?
Well, until 2013 really seems to take shape, take flight ...it is just nice to sit here with this sleeping kitty all curled up beside my computer, a fist full of possible dreams/plans for this coming year, and a yearning to let it all go and just enjoy.
