Pivot.

At what point do you think it's time to call it quits? Waiting for results that never show or situations to happen that never do. At some point, do you have to sit down and say "Nah, this ain't it?" We're not sure.

And so we pivot.

We shift directions altogether in hopes of finding clarity but to be honest, we're greeted with more confusion. Impatience swallows us whole and this phlegm called frustration lines the esophagus as we slowly, not surely, descend into chaos. Our only hope is that eventually we will shoot back up, vomit and all, out of this mess. Yet, we're told to wait.

And so we wait.

Waiting gives birth to anxiety and stress and although we just met, they keep telling us we're related. They claim to be older and as little siblings, they tell us what to do, where to go, how to act and how to see the world. You know how that goes. "You don't know anything, let your older brother and sister show you what to do," or "That's not how you do it, let us do it for you."

And so we watch.

Before we know it, our vision is blurry and we wonder why nothing is ever as clear as it should be. We start to realize how much we don't know because of them. Now we're looking at the many paths that diverge in front of us, wondering which one is the right one yet none of them speaks to us the way we want them to.

And so we pivot.

And pivot.

And pivot again. But our eyes have too much fog and no matter where we go, we never end up leaving the starting point. It's a little discouraging thinking you've made progress but never left Go. Sure, we didn't know what to do but Faith would've kept us going. She said so herself. We should have listened.

Like our journey, we're not sure where we're going with this. Maybe we're just consulting our thoughts, experiencing the emotions as they come and dreading those that have overstayed their welcome. Needless to say, there's only one thing left for us to do at this point.

And so we pivot.