I am an octopus

Options are a great thing. I’ve said this before, I know. But sometimes the way those options can pull at your psyche can be painful.

Lately I feel like I am being pulled in many directions – toward a possible new job, toward moving, toward taking classes again, toward staying put, toward loyalty to one, toward loyalty to self, toward a different possible job, toward happiness any way.

“It’s good to have options,” I was told last night. And it’s true. (I have to keep telling myself that.) But sometimes I just wish I was 7 again, and the world was simple. I would curl up with my Trixie Belden books and just read the world away.