I’m stuck in a loop. I half-finish one thing and even before I ask “What’s next?” someone else has an answer for me. Great times. And as I sit at my computer scribbling things in order to scratch one answer from the What’s Next List, my mind just cannot stop working.
What’s next-what’s next-what’s next-what’s next-what’s next-what’s next-what’s next-what’s next-what’s next….
Hours slip away, whole days seem to escape me, week melts into week. When I manage to stop for a moment and look around, notice the falling leaves, the smell of rain in the air and the feel of crisp wind against my skin it lasts only for a fraction of a moment.
Maybe life is lived between two “what’s nexts”.
Can you tell I’ve been re-watching West Wing? If anyone cares, Toby Ziegler is my favourite character.