Long Gone

The road never stops winding. And as soon as I turn the corner I'm uncertain of what I'll find floating in the gutters, spinning on the sidewalks and stepping into my path. In the past few weeks I've seen a beautiful ballet in the summer air, felt like a bird flying through summer breezes with my feet on the pedals of my lovely bike, gotten lost in the halls of grand buildings filled with the creative ponderings of artistic geniuses and splashed in the streams of my dear city.
Next week I bid farewell to a job that has caused me great joy and great distress only to move forward (I hope) to a job that may do the same but hopefully will lift my spirits instead. I've been battling with the emotions in my head and heart about jobs, friends and futures. I've been putting up my guard and grinding my teeth in my sleep. I spent an entire weekend holding back and holing up in hopes of not making any major mistakes. And yet I keep wondering if my extreme caution is keeping me from experiencing the visceral joys and pains that make life the gift that one should never take for granted.
Jump in with two feet child. The worst that can happen is failure and no one is judging you for that.

There are some days (and sometimes weeks/months) that I just want to have a label on my forehead that reads much like those found on bottles of prescription medications.

I would have two labels: "Weird sometimes without explanation" and "Taken best with a lot of human contact."