I have been asking a lot of questions lately.

Some of them I have shared with other people . . . but mostly I have been asking myself.

I am okay with all the questions.

I am okay with that place I am at despite how ugly I feel inside sometimes.

I am okay because I know that asking questions like these has never steered me wrong before.

It may have changed my direction and upset the delicate balance of my routined life . . . but never steered me wrong.

So I am really am okay with all the questions.

And for now, I am okay with not having all the answers.