Mistah Kurtz-he dead A penny for the Old Guy I We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!… Read more “The Hollow Men”
I didn’t kill myself, but I wanted to, and I tried to, many times. Maybe I didn’t research suicide enough to make it work, but maybe I… Read more “Suicidal Teen Grows Up and Watches TV”
In the post on V&E Words: Renewal I discovered that the prefix RE- means “again”. Inspired by fellow blogger Que Fenomeno post called Coin-a-Concept (excerpt to follow) I want to look at the… Read more “V&E Words: New”
Lady of Shalott and Rites of Passage The Lady of Shalott is a poem about the tension between the internal and external world; a rite of passage for… Read more “V&E Poetic Therapy: The Lady of Shalott & Rites of Passage”
Spring I welcome spring wholeheartedly, the thaw followed by nature’s regrowth, and renewal is always a beautiful comfort. There is a hopefulness in Spring. The longer days give me… Read more “Spring, Growth, Expansion, and LuneInnate”
I had a plan. I put everything int0 this plan: my time, effort, and energy, and to no avail. The universe returned my efforts with a message: there is a greater plan you need to follow now, and it is not the one you were working for (and you know it).
I had put all of my effort into plan B, which did involve a lot of courage: facing fears, working through setbacks, and being honest with myself. However, Plan A is less comfortable, less secure, more of an unknown than Plan B.
It seems I have a choice before me: work towards the life I have envisioned for myself or make a new plan B. The decision seems obvious but, following plan A has me feeling lost, confused, scared, and courageous, brave and strong all at once.
Am I experiencing an existential crisis, or is it something else?