There is that weird feeling again.
But this time I feel like have died. I guess I am someone new. But I don’t know who I am. I am scared because I have given up control of the steering wheel. I am just feeling my way through and trusting my gut.
I’m trying not to be ignorant and make things happen the way I think things should happen. I want to learn what life has to teach me because it always is best.
But I just feel weird. Maybe I’m lonely as well. I have a best friend and my grandmother, and there are coworkers from my old job who I haven’t talked to in a while. That’s my fault, I guess I have isolated myself. I love my alone time and it’s hard to share yourself when you are always busy.
I want to feel at home again. I want to have purpose and be comfortable.
Right now I feel like a stranger in a foreign land even though I’ve been here before.
I wonder if one day I won’t even recognize myself in the mirror.