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Fork in the Road



I do not know if others feel this way, but let me say that I am gay. Actually, that is not what I was going to write, but I wanted to finish the rhyme scheme, for that is how I "roll". :-)

My Mom has always told me that things happen over night for me. I will not be able to do something (i.e. singing) and then can, or will not like a food (i.e. cucumbers) and then will in an instant. I think the same can be said for understanding a life concept or feeling as though I have a long-term plan of sorts.

The past few days I have been changing and, although it has not been instantaneous like in the past, in a way it has (oh my negating oneself mid-sentence is indeed a gift) for I have been sifting through the layers of much more complicated possibilities and futures.

Where is home?
What do I want my home to be?
What do I define as home?
What career path do I want?
How do I give to the world but also possess stability?
Is theatre my calling?
Are there other ones just as powerful and meaningful out there waiting?

Some thought provoking and scary thoughts, but ones that have proven worthwhile and quite interesting.

I feel as though the journey has forked off to another path and I am deciding before taking the next trek. And, the exciting (and scary) thing is: it might not be the path for which I have prepared or even the one that I thought I would traverse.

Life is nebulous, bendy, and unpredictable at the most compelling times,
Dustin

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