I’m filled with anxiety. My head is spinning and my emotions are all over the place.

I need to write about the rest of my trip, but Miss Rational won’t let me write honestly right now.

Things are still confusing. It’s like my feelings are a big plate of stuck-together spaghetti strands, and I don’t know where to begin to sort them out and peel them apart. It’s just a huge messy glob.

My heart is full. It’s beating wildly and expectantly. But my brain is afraid and careful. It’s a battle, really, inside of myself. I tell them both to just calm down, and time will answer the billions of questions that keep running through my head like a stock market ticker tape.

But I do enjoy feeling. It’s so wonderful to have something to feel for, after all. Things are stirring… moving…

What’s the next chapter in this story?

One Comment on “The Next Chapter

  1. Malcolm Myers, my art professor, used to tell me, “It doesn’t matter what you do, it’s <>how<> you do it.”~Keith

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