Stuck
For a few minutes I was stuck. Stuck in the feeling that I'm stuck. Resulting from ceaseless thoughts about future possibilities leading to the desperation of knowing that it is impossible to find the very best path.
But then I remembered that people also managed to have meaningful and interesting journeys back in the time when the internet didn't exist.
How were they able to navigate, organize and communicate?
I wouldn't be, I'd need to relearn everything, but besides using the tools available to me I can also simply rest and trust in the future that has yet to come and feel home in the present moment.
Even though objectively I'm sitting in the back of my car somewhere on a small path in a field south of Lyon, where I can still hear the highway and see the light of Lyon under the clouds.
Not exactly home but here I am.