When Unhappiness Brings About Change

I have thought about this rut I am in and all it has felt like is a swamp of sorts. Like I am stuck in the mud: breathing but unable to move freely. What causes my unhappiness I ask myself, and most days I simply don't know.

And then suddenly, I know. But then the next hurdle becomes: What do I do about it? And again I am thrown back to: I do not know. I want easy answers, quick ones in fact, but I have known this feeling before. And when I take time to listen and think, listen and think, I know I will come out the other side feeling clear.

So I have begun looking for other places to live. I have begun looking for other people to talk to who have ideas about things that I know nothing about. I am gathering information. I am sure my journey has not ended here. I know brown faces are in my future. I know teaching is too. I know my blog is for what can be shared and that journals must be begun again for that which can't be shared. I am reaching towards the unknown sure that what I will find will lead me to where I need to be.

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