The Unbearable Lightness of Being

There are times when our hearts feel so heavy - that we cannot even move a step forward.
When systolic heartbeats are so loud - that they drown out the very voice of reason .
This is not one of those times.
These days - especially on days like today when looks like god is definitely in Georgia while we soak in the sunlight, these days I am floating.
Floating over the seas of change. Unable to decide what my true north is. Wandering. A stranger in the book of my own life.
I feel like when I am 80 years old and look back on my life - I will view these days with more than just a cursory eye. Something life defining is happening -even as I write this blog. No one knows - not even me what the next few days are going to hold.
Its like the windmills of the gods are spinning away and blowing winds of change my way.
But I know now more than ever before - that the die has already been cast.
It was cast several years back...When I did not even know what I now know as my life, my story.
What is left to unfold - is the twists and turns in this script that will lead me to the exact moment when I find out.
And so I wait - in patience, in solitude and in strength - with the unbearable lightness of being.