ripe for the picking —
So here I am, sitting in my car, trying to think of something to talk about; my narrow brush with having to work Saturday before Mothers’ Day, which would have eliminated any possibility of getting a proper day off; the countless other things I’m thinking about — work, vacation, better job prospects, and the ever-present budget. I’m used to the latter being a ball that’s always in the air, but now with the addition of the others I feel like I’m juggling a little more than I prefer at the moment. The resolutions to these things are much like the lantern, hung from a branch just out of my reach.
If I am the wave and also the ocean, then I should be able to count on these things coming to me on their own; but I’m human —
I’m ready for an adventure, and the countdown til the next event stands at less than eleven days.