I close my eyes and listen intently to the voices in my head. Waiting for some sort of sign or signal to help push me in the direction I should be going. I feel like I have been there and done that but yet I want more. Nothing ever seems to be enough.
Once upon a time, seemingly so long ago, I knew what I wanted out of life. I knew where I wanted to go and now…I have lost my calling. I had big dreams and so much ambition. I foolishly put it on the backburner thinking love was the way to go.
Now I sit here with the love and nothing more. No dreams left to get lost in. No ambition to lead the way.
I am a free spirit but cannot spread my wings. I wake, I feed, I work, I sleep. No time or energy to push things further.
So I wait. I wait for someone or something to take my hand and pull me from this nothingness I feel inside. Out of the muck and into the world so once again I can feel my calling.