Semi-Daily Scribbles

Got another reminder today to get off the fence. That makes it Sign #9 for the week. You see, I'm stuck between decisions, i.e.: new road/old road, challenge/piece of cake, money/memories. I'm also wedged in pretty tight between this big blue sphere and The Void. So, yeah. Hop on off that parapet, say The Forces That Be (to whom I seem to be beholden.) Feeling sluggish and exhilarated and weirdly content. So much to accomplish and each step is a source of dread. What is that about? Is further endurance required? I'm twirling a sopping wet towel above my head and there are rings within rings at which I can aim. Too many targets but they all add up to surrender in the end.