I have sat in a cubicle for four months. Like the song “Little Boxes” on “Weeds,” I feel like I’m made of ticky-tacky and we all look just the same.
I have drafts for three children’s books. I have more ideas than time to make any of them happen.
And somewhere in the Internet, I am drifting to Eugene. I am somewhere on I-5 awaiting an epic party, still reveling my time in Portland.
I have had so much trouble finishing the tales of my road trip through the west. I have issues accepting when certain phases are over. But somehow, I have managed to bring Portland to me.
I feel I am ready to complete the first portion of my blog. I didn’t make it to Canada. Instead, I chose security, which defeats the concept of a path unknown.
While I stand at the copy machine, I am at war with my inner conscience. I feel like a sellout, however, the responsible side knows this is what I had to do to pay the bills for a little while. This is not forever.
By finishing this adventure online, it will be time to embark upon a new one here in Louisiana.
I never thought I would have an unknown path at home, but alas, I do. It is a trail I have yet to explore.
I plan to share it here. No longer will I drift nowhere. My current has a purpose, even if I don’t know what it means yet.
That’s the new concept for me; faith. I don’t know how to explain it exactly, but that’s where the journey comes in. Through my stories, I hope to grasp and share the understanding. I just know for the first time in my life I absolutely know in my heart I am exactly where I need to be. It is not where I expected. It rarely ever is.
So now, it’s onward to Eugene. Who’s coming with me?