I can’t stand these last few days when it’s almost over but not quite yet. I don’t know who I am anymore, nor where I belong or where I want to be.
The weather is changing. In France, fall comes as fast as spring is slow to show up in Canada. I leave the morning in shorts, change to jeans, grab a jacket and change to shorts again. It’s sunny then the next minute it’s raining.
I’m happy and then I’m sad, I’m hopeful and I’m scared. I can’t find comfort.
Life is a blank page and I’m writing the story. The metaphor should be motivating and inspirational but I have too many scenarios in mind.