Spinning Wheels

-Starehe. Focus. If Only . . . -

Cars have been having a tough time climbing up Canner Street tonight. Their squealing tires and the sound snowblowers down the block are keeping me up tonight. In the Midwest today would've been just another Thursday. Here though, stop the presses and shut the schools, it is 'Winter Storm Alexander.' No kidding.  

While it is kind of fun watching the wheels spin and sputter as people tackle the icy, sleet covered slope, there is part of me that empathizes with those cars. . . like I too am going nowhere fast on an ascent to God knows where. 

Whatever momentum I had going when I landed back in the Haven a few months ago is tapped. I'm stalling out . . . I'm not sure when/how/why it happened but somehow I've gotten myself stuck. This isn't the autumn/early winter I imagined while killing time at Schiphol airport. What's the deal?

It isn't time to hit the panic button yet. Looking back to last December on this blog-thing, I know these sentiments are seasonal. By noon on Monday, with my last exam of the semester handed in, the world will be righting itself.

Still, it would be nice to feel like I'm getting somewhere.

I have hopes and dreams and aspirations for next semester, next summer, next year, and beyond. I have vague inklings of where I might be going and what I might need to do to get there. What I'm lacking -for now at least- is traction . . . a solid patch of ground I can make contact with to get things moving again. With any luck, I'll be hitting it soon enough.