Where are you?

Where are you my “drive”?

I seem to have lost you.

I see you in spits and spurts…

but, I think you’ve moved to the passenger seat.

I seem to resist you not being here.

I seem to be unwilling to be okay with you in the passenger seat.

What would it mean to be okay with a lack of drive?

It would mean I get to do nothing or something whenever I feel like it.

It would mean I trust that it will come when I need it.

It would mean that some days I am in full throttle…

and some days I am in idle…

and some I am on cruise control.

What is wrong with that?

I don’t know?

Somehow I’ve been believing that it isn’t right.

I am choosing for this moment to believe that it is quite all right…

and, in fact, necessary to replenish my systems for my next full throttle experience.

I like that thought.

Now what?

Now, I ….now, I….now, I… sit and wait for a whisper of what to do next.

I’m listening!