LOST

Lately in my life there are so many issues and aspects that just seem to be in a holding pattern.

I hate these phases of waiting. Times when there seems to be so little I can do immediately to affect my concerns.

These emotional spaces are depressing to me, since I like to feel empowered and effective in shaping my own life.

It is a time when I look for a distraction, because I just feel a little lost.

So, it seems fitting that Jeffrey and I have devoted our free time lately to watching all six seasons of a television show about people who are stranded on a tropical island, unsure of where they are, unable, no matter what they seem to do, to get off it, and totally frustrated about the whole process.

Really, by comparison, my life seems pretty directed, and I seem to be handling the sense of being stuck pretty well -- at least I just watch TV instead of running around with a gun and constantly over-reacting. (Well, I may do a little over-reacting, but by degrees mine hardly counts compared to this hodge podge of castaways.)

In any case, I only have 12 episodes left to go (so, shhhh.... don't tell me how it ends). I just hope they and I can have found ourselves by the end.