To all my readers out there, sorry about getting out of whack with writing my posts. I had it all down and consistent, and fell off the wagon, so to speak. When last Sunday night rolled around and I knew I needed to be writing, I was in a state of worry that just wouldn’t let me proceed.

Hanging out here in the country with the parental units probably would’ve bored me out of my mind back in my younger days, but lately I’ve just had a lot to contemplate concerning future, as I’m sure many of you out there have had a similar sort of background running through your mind. On one hand, I’m thankful for having what I have. On the other, I feel like I should have more of a plan going than I currently possess at the moment.

This weekend I’ll be headed to another family location for Christmas. I do value the family I’ve been able to enjoy lately, and I know it’s not going to be this way forever. At the same time, the potential is there for the next few months, if not the next year, for life to get a bit crazy.

Have you ever been in that state of mind where you’re wanting life to change, and you feel it definitely will, but at the same time you just kind of want it to remain the same and not have to deal with the change? That’s how I’m feeling at the moment, and I’m not even sure why.

Driving long distances feels therapeutic for me. There’s going to be a lot going through my mind in the next few weeks. Normally, I’d be chomping at the bit to get on the road and get going, but I’m thinking more about how I’m not exactly looking forward to packing it all up again. Am I actually wanting to lay down roots somewhere, God forbid? Am I starting to get tired of being a nomad? How am I even thinking those thoughts?

I’m hanging in the balance for what I do believe is going to lead to some serious change in my life soon. The only way to go is forward, and I simply have to take deal with what comes to me as it comes to me. All the best to everyone out there trying to figure out the same dilemma, as you’re on the road, yet again.