December is rolling by.

I’ve been caught in a space time continuum where in nothing moves too quickly, and at this point, with any certainty at all.

Coming off this epic trip I’m weighing the ever present questions of what makes my life my own, quality of life, ambition, progress, happiness, et cetera.

I find after a little time for reflection that my seven and a half months on the road with Kate has left me a bit out of touch with these questions. And I think that is good. I’m starting with a blank slate, looking at what comes next, and basically deciding what feels right.

I am lucky to have that luxury, if I do.

However, I don’t know what feels right. I can’t sleep at night, I don’t know where I want to live, I don’t know how to approach my life, my music ‘career’, my goals seem, out of reach.

On the other hand, if I can allow myself to relax, I’m at this peaceful place where I get to be detached. I feel too detached though, from my own life, and the direction it will go.

There are options, but I can’t even talk about them yet. They are too far removed to seem real right now.

OK, well, all is well though, beyond that. I’m just exhausted, and uncertain, and it mixes in with the holidays and its very interesting.

Here is to the next page.