Mired.

I've taken off in a new direction.

I'm not entirely sure where I'm headed and for the most part of it, I still have my doubts. It seems to me that I have for myself, an already full plate, but what's an appetizer and a main without a dessert right? Besides, going around the buffet table, I'm bound to find something I like, at least eventually. So I've decided, I'm going to take my chances. Not the calculated sort, but the kind that has you riding in the back seat, allowing yourself to be put through the surprises in store. In any case, I'll have to jump out should I sense the first sign of trouble.

Okay enough with the metaphors. My attempt to be vague doesn't mask the obvious and blatant stance of the predicament I'm in.

Ruminating a list of plausible consequences, weighing the pros and cons, trying to turn a deaf ear to both well wishers and naysayers so that my decision stays purely mine; goodness I've put my mind through an endless stream of possibilities, positive and otherwise. I have to give it to my brain seriously, for being able to handle the pressure i subject it to. It's a wonder I haven't had a cerebral aneurysm as yet.

In the end, I'm keeping my options open, and taking it as it comes.