Inbetween

It's always that uncomfortable, inbetween-stages-thing that just grinds on me in the worst ways. I go out and hike down to the river, and it just clings to me. I want a path with a little variation, some new side project to throw my energy into. But that side project just ain't happening, budging, falling into my lap; nope. I let the snow pile on my feet, arms, shoulders then I shake like fish outta water, but the Inbetween just presses me closer.

I do everything I can. Music, cleaning, homework, all of it, with this huge, uncomfortable outfit on. I want to rip it off and run naked!

Maybe March will be better. I'll say a little prayer to the Cosmos for both of us.