Re-Pair

"She gathered up the jumbled pieces of him and gave them back to him in order." -Toni Morrison

I've never felt more lost in my life but I guess it comes with freedom. I have no idea what direction I should be going in or even what my destination is. I just trudge along hoping to find a suitable path which will point me in some tangible bearing. Well as Robert Frost said, "take the road less traveled" and I guess the untouched path is the less traveled one. Gosh life is short and I'm just scared that I'll regret something or worse; regret not doing something. And so I live my life cautiously, treading some invisibly fine line trying not to trip over myself...which is why I wish I had a hand to hold...a hand to hold me up.

There are a million things I can't control in my life, but as soon as I lose control over the few things I initially thought I had a grasp on, the floor gives way. I seem to have lost control of myself...not in a crazy sense, but in the way that I mentally prioritize things. And so here I am trying to put things back into order, find my constants, and regain a grasp of things. Here I am trying to repair my life...re-pair my limbs to my head, and my head to my heart. My self repair has nothing to do with fixing because nothing is broken...it has to do with reconnecting those pieces which have become disconnected. So lend me a hand and let me know what goes where.