close my eyes and jump.... seems like an easy answer to a simple question. Although I am certain jumping is not the issue, in fact I think jumping and landing and jumping and landing and needing to jump again seems more like the problem to which I can not find the solution.
My life has settled into a comfortable place, I have now what I felt I needed, the pieces of the puzzle fit together nicely, yet I find myself anxious, restless and in need of something more.
I wonder if I am the type who can not be still for too long, who can not settle in for the long winters nap and be wrapped up in the warmth of contentment. Does the chilliness of the outside world draw me in, a world I have not seen nor experienced.
Why do I feel I need to remind myself of that which I feel, to say it loud as if to remind myself what is in front of me is good. I sit on the couch and look around me, and I am truly blessed to have the life I have, yet it isn't enough.
What more could I want, what more do I think I need to have. Is it not enough to be surrounded by those that love you, to have a warm bed to sleep in, and a place to call home?
Don't get me wrong, I am not unhappy. I am not miserable, I am simply restless....
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