I'm out of breath...

I have come to the conclusion that I'm running. I have been running for the last four years. I have ran in several different directions. I have even run in place trying to decide which way to run next. All this time I never stood still long enough to turn around and realize what the hell I'm running from. I stopped. I turned. I looked. You know what? Nothing was there. Just me. I have been running from who I am. What I thought I wanted to be. What I thought I should be. I'm done. I'm going to sit down for a while. I'm sick of running. No more plans. No more dreams. No more impulse life choices. I'm just going to sit for a while. My best friend Bill is in the process of moving into my house right now. I need someone to be around for a while. I'm sick of be alone with self absorbed thoughts. I'm quitting my job at the nursing home to go work at the new Texas Road House in town. I need to be back in a kitchen. That office is sucking the life out of me. I'm ready for these two big changes. But that's it. After this transitional phase is complete I'm just hanging back. What comes my way is what will be. Maybe I never truly found what I was looking for because I was always running and it never got a chance to catch up. Just some thoughts. Chime in readers! I miss all of your input!