simmer down

I can't claim to predict the weather, and I probably have worse luck predicting you.

I'm (reluctantly) looking forward to making some very big decisions in my life, all in the next few weeks. You would think having to move out by the end of the month would force the issue and get things rolling, but I've started to feel the gravity of all of this. This will be quite an adjustment (and I love to understate it). What I end up doing affects where I'll be living, working, going to school, and all the little inbetween things that get rearranged or eliminated in the process.

Goodbye to life as I know it.

On the other side is life as I'll come to know it. Frankly, I'm apprenhensive about it. I've still got a couple of loose ends that keep me tied to this life. Or should I call them roots? Or bridges? If I don't put in the effort to extend my bridges, does that mean they become bridges to nowhere? Or if I transplant to a new place, will my roots ever grow back?

Does it matter?

The more I think about it, the less it seems to matter. It could be that it's time to stop running around things and start running toward something better for me. And God knows I can do much better.

So that settles it, right?

Yes and no. I think I'm doomed to having a life full of loose ends. I can't think of much that's cut and dried. In a lot of ways, can't complain. I'm not one to close doors, but I'd like to think I can walked away from one that shuts in my face.

The funny thing is, I'm looking at a whole slew of doors, and the vast majority of them aren't locked, or even closed.

They're all left ajar.

For whatever reason, I'm petrified.

I get the feeling once I start walking through some of these doors, you won't recognize me anymore.

And if that's the case, I'll be sure to reintroduce myself.