There was an old looney tunes cartoon that had a slow witted hound dog as a character. He was always saying "duh, which way did he go, which way did he go..." and honestly, I can't remember who he was looking for.
Well, honestly, I can't remember what I'm looking for either. Is this the big cosmic joke-we run around like wild things trying to get to something, till suddenly we realize that we have no idea what it is we are trying to get?
I've always been a closet planner-I have a goal in mind, I go get it. I stay nonchalant on the surface, but underneath, a lot of thought goes in to what I do. Then I discount what I did by saying "oh, it was a spur of the moment thing..."
So, here I sit, sipping my Mexican coffee and goat milk latte-and yes, it tastes pretty good. I am completely at peace and aware that none of us knows the future, the final outcome or just what is going to happen in the next hour.
So, now what?