I’m having that itchy feeling where I want to do something but I don’t know or can’t decide what.
Write a song – take a walk – clean a space – clear a surface – play a record – conjure magic – eat a dinosaur – pet a dog – play a game – fix something – pack a bag – take a trip?
Paint a fence – plant a seed – trim a tree – write an epic – write a haiku – finish a quest – start a quest – draw a conclusion – make a doll – ride a horse – take a ride – save a buck – save a tree?
Start a revolution – go in peace – drive a bargain – bake a cookie – free a slave – break an egg – make an omelet – eat a peach – dare to fly?
All of the above or something else?
I hope that whatever I decide to do … well …
What do I hope? that I have fun? that it makes a difference? that lives are changed for the better? that I don’t have to clean up the mess? What do I hope? I don’t know my own self after all this time. But who really does?
Here we are in the land of hopes and dreams, so many hopes and so many dreams to choose from.
o o o o o
I paused just then, because Dejah climbed up on the love seat looking for attention, so I had to scratch and rub a golden retriever for a few minutes, looking around this big living room at my blessings. It’s been a good life for the most part, with more to come, Lord willing, if only I could decide what to do with the next hour and a half of it!
