Take

A blank slate to start over week to week. I am here often.

I look at the fading steps behind me, and glance at the shadows ahead.

I wonder if I am too cautious, too indecisive, too inactive.

Irresponsible, impatient, ungrateful, selfish.

I push and pull on what’s best.

I want to do, yet don’t.

What do I want?

There’s no answer.

Because when has there ever been?

Make the best of it.

…

Tomorrow will be another blank slate.

Mislead