fight the power

Every time that I've chosen to look outside of my sight lines, comparing myself to what others are doing, saying, being, I realize how off track I've become. 


It's easy to fall off my path, especially lately as I navigate new waters, reinventing myself as I work through my crap. I'm already uncomfortable with change and yet I forge ahead. Because this new land that I'm a member of, (stay at home mama), while trying to maintain some sort of individual identity, perhaps even clinging to the image I had of myself before, means I have only myself to look to for guidance. 


That's how it goes of course, but it's easy to convince myself otherwise in the face of fear. Fear has me believing that the answers are going to be found doing what everyone else is doing, pursuing a popular theme because it feels comfortable to conform, especially when the answers I'm seeking seem to allude me, all the time knowing that the answers are mine alone when I stop looking every where else.