when life becomes foggy

processing, chewing, mulling over, living, observing, experiencing, knowing, trusting, walking...

The idea of "going through the process" was first introduced to me during my life in New York. Or at least that is where it started to have to more concrete meaning for me. It seemed that everyone wanted to process the process they were in. (yes that word was used to saturation) The end goal? I either don't remember or in some cases it was never made known to me. Which led me to conclude that the process of getting "there" wherever that was, was the "there" itself.

Not a new thought, except that I still try to jump ahead to the finish line, as if there was one.

In NY I found myself entering a part of my "process" through a cloud of fog. I was told to remember that even though I couldn't see much around me, the ground wasn't going to disappear beneath my feet.

So I just keep walking. The fog still rolls in every now and then, and I have found that it is indeed a good thing.