The Shallows

I'm going to have to cultivate my sense of humor a bit before getting to the comments on my last post.

Okay, I'll admit that my previous post was filler.
It's a rare thing for me to go a week without writing here, and I just couldn't leave it looking all lonely and unattended. I'm a dork--I miss my blog.

Sometimes though, what is one really to say?

That I feel as if I am standing at the edge of something great--a new way of looking at myself, at life, a new way of being, a belief system in which everything has meaning, a deeper approach to submission, the sense that I am who I was meant to be and am doing what I am meant to do...

Yet...

I'm stuck.
Thoroughly and completely
fucking
stuck.

In the shallow end of possibility, caught up in fighting probability, too worried about what might be and what is not...I'm stuck in the mud of the shallows, and I can't say that I am in the least little bit fond of it.