The Next Road

When one roads ends, how do you get to the next road? I’m standing at the end of this road I’ve been walking for over 3 decades. I was solving a problem. A slow learner. It took me a really long time to learn that life lesson.

But now I’m stuck.

I’m standing at the end of that road. Waiting. Healing. Resting.

I feel so relieved. Even though it was so hard. I feel accomplished. Done. Free.

And sad. Or maybe empty.

Lost possibly.

Lost of identity. Everything I knew. Everything I was.

Now.

I.

Just.

Am.