how do i

It's not just the class I need, really. It's the direction. Where is it that you want me to be and how should I get there?

I got worried there for a moment you see. I know better than to reacted the way that I did. All that built up encouragement crumbled so fast and dissipated ever so quickly that by the time I saw the hole in the bag, I was left without any sand. I can't go pick up every grain. I guess, I'll have to fill it again.

Let me breathe. I'll keep telling myself that it will all be okay.

Take me somewhere, anywhere.

Impatience.

I want to know....now. It doesn't have to be the class you know, just something, anything. Could you let me know?

I'm kind of going at this blindly now. Trial and error. I guess I'll soon find out where the door knob is by feeling against the wall. Is that it? Nope, that's the light switch. How about this one? Try again, that's the frame.

Let me breathe. It's not the end. I keep thinking that it is. That if not this, then nothing, ever. That's not true, I deathly hope.

Hope. Yea, we all can use some of that. I think that's the first grain that goes into the bag.