There are too many options. Too many things pulling me in too many directions. I’m discovering that I say yes way to often. That I have way too many ideas(I’ve know that for sometime). I want to do everything. To take every opportunity, but it’s not possible. I’m seeing that a lot with work. I really like building websites, but I can’t even finish the ones I’ve already got. Frozen with indecision. Overwhelmed by the quantity. I feel like I keep dropping the ball, and I don’t mean to. I love the work and I want to help, but the reality of it is, I’m not the best man for the job. If only because I don’t have the time.
And then there’s life. I finished what I set out to do(Drive to Prudhoe), and have spent 6 months trying to figure out what’s next. Feeling a little directionless is one of the worst times to have options. And yet, maybe it’s the best. There are a lot of forks in the road and I’m not prepared to pick. Dwayne, what do you want? There’s a little bit of hair pulling going on.
Bobby is the lucky one. His direction is bound to me. Maybe, that’s not so lucky. He doesn’t care where we go, just as long as we’re together. He loves the van, and never stays a home. He just wants to be with his human and well that makes me smile. I sometimes wish life was that simple.