At a Loss

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Lately, I haven't had much to write about.  

Normally February is an easy month of blogging because the highlight is Black History but this year, I feel like there's so much to focus on like creating history...  Everything feels like it's in its infancy stage of development and I am not sure which direction I need to go in.  Like a fork in the road...

Which way to go?

Options are being presented but nothing feels right.  

No decision seems like the best decision and waiting it out feels like torture because what is the plan?  I'm at a loss.

I'm at a loss for not only words but also actions.  Then again, I know. 
Something in me has always known and always felt secure in the unknown space and comfort sometimes makes you feel insecure about your position but when you work hard, that is all you need to know.

While I am still at a loss of words, having time to sit and think and write; I understand that I am not lost or at a loss.  

Sometimes I am not looking at the advantage because people have made it seem that the color of my skin eliminates me from options which would put me me a position of loss.  However, I disagree and feel confident that on this last Monday, in the best month of the year, I reclaim my position. Most importantly, I reclaim my time.

I know that I've never been in a position of loss and there is no fork, everything I need is forward.  The only way forward is hard work, and that is all I've ever known so I'm at a gain.

This week will be the start of a new perspective, anything lost in the process is a gain and the fork provides me with one destination, forward.  Work hard and watch it all fall into place.