I’m not where I thought I’d be,
I’ve lamented since Graduation: Day One.
Without warning, and sure as hell without my permission, Day One became Year Two.
Simultaneously, I’m re-tackling Eat, Pray, Love.
Absorbing its pages, I am restless,
wondering if my journey should take me someplace other than here,
wondering where “other than here” might be.
More than anything, I am restless for answers.
After many horse-beating conversations, after days of introspection, I’ve heard whisperings that “here” is always where I am, and always where I need to be.
I tell my restless heart that Truth is everywhere.
“Here” doesn’t matter, as long as I am looking.