the journey

I'm at a point in my life where I realize I don't know where I'm going.  Where is my life headed?  What am I doing with my life?  To be honest, I've been coasting through life these past three months, in an almost constant state of fog.  I feel both numb and full of emotions.  Is that possible?  I've been to this crossroad many times over the years, but for once, I'm not worried.  It's strange to admit that I'm at an incredibly confusing state in my life, yet I feel at peace that I've ended up here... because it means that I have choices.  I have the choice to move forward or fall behind.  The choice to grow or the choice to regress.  The choice to choose myself or choose God.  And amongst all the conflicting thoughts and emotions, I know in the end, I'll make the right decisions.  I'll end up with the best life for myself.

That's the thing about bad spots.  They only last so long.  So I'm holding on to that hope that is the rainbow after the storm, the toy at the bottom of the cereal box.