Calling?

Once again I awake to find myself caught in the middle of someone else's dream. 

I must finish what I have started, clearly the path is here, but there is a reason I am here, and I do not know what it is. 

This journey has to have purpose.  I am learning something I will need.  I do not know what it is.  I do not know why I am doing it.

I do not know what it is.

This is my week off.  I am supposed to be writing papers.  Instead I have a burden laid on me to empty the house of everything that I do not need.  I have four bags already for the donation box, a suitcase upstairs that was supposed to go to the plus-size clothing swap, and there will be at least another four bags.  Some of it I know I should try to sell.  I do not know if I have the patience. 

I know I will not need these things anymore. 

I know I sound insane.  Like someone who has gone off their medication, or started to ingest new drugs, but I am saner than I have ever been.

This summer will be when I dedicate my life to the service of the gods.  Which ones, I don't yet know. That is scary, although I am starting to get some ideas. 

I need to do a ceremony to free myself from my final ties to J before that.  That will involve family. 

Then I can prepare.

I really do sound like a mental case. 

I feel good though.