As I drove with L today, to do some errands, I saw a styrofoam cup blowing in the wind and rolling along the street.
That is how I have been feeling for the last week or so. Exactly that. Sort of like I am blowing along in the wind, rather lost and not sure of what direction to head.
In reality, I do know what direction I am going, but a part of me has been lost in thought and sort of wrapped up in sorting out some feelings, that I have been ignoring my sense of direction and just blowing along in the wind.
On one hand it feels good to just go where the wind takes you, rather freeing. But on the other hand, the inherent danger is that you could be floating along and get run over by a car.