Ahh, here it is again. This restlessness.
What am I waiting for? Or hoping for?
I can't determine if it's simply the days and months leading up to winter that cause this unsettledness in me, or if it's really something else. And what would that be, that something that brings disquiet to my mind and anxiety to my soul?
I don't recall if a year has ever passed by that I haven't felt this. It's so familiar and yet unwelcome.
Instead I desire peace and tranquility of mind and spirit.
But this is my reality. Oh, to change that. Would that I knew how.
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I call it Wanderlust - that stirring that tells the birds to fly south, and the critters to make their dens warm and safe. For me, it helps to burrow in warm blankets with books and hot drinks. Sometimes. But really, what I want this time of year is to travel. Is that kind of like what you are feeling?
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