The Second

It's funny how we all rush into the Second.  It is almost as big of a deal as the First.  It's not until the Third that the anticipation and excitement dim a wee bit.  So this is the Second.  It's funny how life can become overwhelming all at once.  It lulls you into a sense of security, then flips out on you, causing a major mental upset.  You think you're finally on top of things; you've finally got it together and things are going smoothly.  But that's not true.  I have a feeling Chris Garneau would understand what I mean.  My song for today is Island Song.

I'm feeling the need to change.  I'm very influenced by the seasons and the weather.  And it's changing time.  I want to reinvent myself.  I decided to grow out my hair.  I did a few days ago.  And I'm determined this time.  It will be long.  I want to quit my job.  I want to revitalize myself.  Get some allergy medicine.  Get healthy.  Change my state of mind.  No more insecurity.  I'm a valuable, hardworking person.  There's no need for me to be intimidated by others.  I can do this...I think.

I feel it's time for a change.  I read on a website that ENFPs often feel this need.  They are everchanging.  It says," An ENFP needs to feel that they are living their lives as their true Self, walking in step with what they believe is right. They see meaning in everything, and are on a continuous quest to adapt their lives and values to achieve inner peace. They're constantly aware and somewhat fearful of losing touch with themselves. Since emotional excitement is usually an important part of the ENFP's life, and because they are focused on keeping 'centered', the ENFP is usually an intense individual, with highly evolved values."  So maybe I'm just feeling the need to "center myself" or something.  But something needs to happen.  I'm caught in limbo.

I feel change coming.  I have to make something different in my life.  I need to do some rearranging and as the new season comes, so a new season is coming for me perhaps.  The change in season is all around me.  Right now, in my Chester's booth, a crisp, cool breeze is blowing through the window and freezing my fingers as I type.  It smells like fall.  Change is here.