In which I realize the stagnancy of existence through the self-resistance of a whimsical, non-binding decision..
In which I find myself in a familiar place, and find it uncomfortable.
In which I discover a thread that runs through much of my life, and tug at it until it lines everything up.
In which I stop for a moment in my travels to go back in time and think about the future.
In which I attempt to circumvent a problem by starting with the figuring it out part, then approach an ending, then finally find the beginning.