Somewhat

…and it’s a microcosm that I don’t like what I’m doing and don’t know what I want to do and I’m scared for the future and regretful of the past.

But sometimes things work out. Sometimes it all works out. All the frustrations building up to it, if you stick with it, sometimes it works out. If you’re patient. If you’re positive. You won’t always be patient, and you won’t always positive. But on the average. Balance. Moderation. Balance moderation.

Sometimes you get what you wanted and realize it wasn’t what you needed.

Sometimes the converse.

Sometimes neither, but what’s worse?

Sometimes it turns out the chase was worth more.

Someone’s staring at me – or am I staring at them?

I don’t mean in the mirror, I mean in this coffee shop I find myself in.

Reflecting, reflecting, reflecting and then –

Listening to the conversations all around

It’s the same one I found myself in when I wrote my last post and a few times between then

I retreat to a similar, familiar topic when I have writer’s block I suppose

Easy to flock to, this type of prose

…and I guess it’s because things are going right at the moment, that I don’t know what exactly to write about. I somewhat do like what I’m doing and I somewhat do know what I want and I’m somewhat hopeful for the future and accepting of the past.

Sometimes somewhat is enough. Sometimes it somewhat works out. And sometimes that’s enough.