In a bad place

What a mess I've been in lately. As a snapshot, I'm barreling down the highway at 72mph, the potholes are brutally grudge-fucking my tires and suspension, I've got a stress headache and I'm not really looking forward to getting home.

How did I get here?? I don't get headaches! I've got a lot on the ball, plenty to be happy about and grateful for, and I'm utterly miserable. I'm supposed to be too smart to allow myself to get into such a predicament, and yet here I am.

I have a definite, yet inexplicable sense that I'm going like Hell, but in the wrong direction. What's more, that if I could tune into some inner monologue and listen, the perfect answer is available to me. But I'm having serious trouble tuning in to that signal.

Some clues are available to me, though: when I let my mind wander and play, it drifts to Paris. Nostalgia for my trips there, French cuisine and the more-grounded lifestyle for which they are so well reputed. There is a whisper in my ear that this is the direction in which my happiness and fulfillment lie.

Side note: just when in the fucking Hell are these blog postings going to be joyous, triumphant boasts about how stupidly happy and successful I am to be living this life? GodDAMMIT, every day that doesn't happen is a sin against humanity and I should be ashamed of myself.

Anyhow... Why am I not studying art? European history? What could be more grounding and basic and satisfying than learning to cook French or Mediterranean food? I haven't looked at my French textbooks in ages! What, do I think I'm going to live forever, that I can afford to waste the time that's been given to me, and not pursue these things? (Don't worry, this is how I psyche myself into embracing changes that require any effort. I'll be done in a minute.)

Maybe these discomfitures are symptoms that I'm off my true path, like the noise and smell from the engine of a car that's been driven on flat tires (bear with me; if a shitty metaphor is the cost of personal growth, at this point it's a bargain; I need answers so, so badly).

I've got to find a way to connect with the real me, my higher power, my true calling, my rainbow elephant (again, small price to pay) or whatever lets me get back into the groove I've so abjectly lost and so woefully need.

The answers are there. The tools are within my reach. Let's get cracking, motherfucker.