Last week was rough. I oscillate between resignation to determination. It's an exhausting position to be caught in, but it's inescapable. At least for now, I hope.
Even through everything that I've faced and continue to endure through, I suddenly feel... sanguine. Mellow, in a way. I feel like I'm ready to take a next step, though the path is still tangled and I don't know where to go. Believe me, I'm still absolutely miserable, but I don't think that giving up is the right option. Not when I still have so many aspirations.
Tonight, I feel like something somewhere is calling me. It's not necessarily my immense amount of wanderlust that I already have had for so long, it's something almost spiritual now. Someone or something elsewhere in the world wants me to come to them. Who or what it is, I don't know. I just know that I have to look for it.