wig out

There are signs of spring everywhere. Plants and trees are blooming, when I take Howard out first thing we both stop and listen to all the birds that begin their morning in song.

I've been contemplating my next step and just when I think I've figured it out, I haven't. It's when I thought I'd made a final decision that it began to needle me; I wonder if I'm choosing the path of least resistance. 

Is it the easy way out? Yes and no. 

Just when I think I know what I want, I decide that's not what I want at all. Or I want it, but I'm still not sure. I flip-flop and waffle, after a point there's not a lot to talk about because ultimately it's a decision only I can make. 

Sometimes, when the wind is right, I can hear the rhythmic cadence of the waves rolling into shore. These days, I know if I listen to myself, despite all the layers, the answer is there.