When Do I Start
Every day, my hope for my future gets a little foggier. I keep telling myself there’s time to swim the ocean. That there’s time to swim this uncertain journey and make it across to a destination a little further off from the horizon and I still have plenty of time to start. But, I’m getting older. I can feel it in my bones. The future is scary because there is so much to do and with all its uncertainties, I don’t even know if it’s worth getting started. I don’t know.