So I may or may not have actually let a few tears fall on the plane home on Tuesday.

I have no clue where it came from, but out of nowhere I got to thinking -

I'm going home; back to my mundane and boring life and back to a job that I really fucking hate. I'm going home; back to living a life that has no real direction as of late.

Then I got to thinking about Rob and all that has come of his life when he was also feeling as though he was headed in no real direction. It boggles my mind how luck can just fall into some people's lap. Then, of course, I got to thinking of how I spend way too much time thinking about Rob and relating everything back to Rob. It's sick. I mean, really, when I sat back and thought about it - because I had no other choice sitting in my 2x2 seat next to the window for 5 hours - it's sick. It really made me open my eyes and see how empty and void of meaning my life is at this point. It's just sad.

I need something in my life; I know that.
What I don't know is what that 'something' is...
and therein lies the point of my blog subtitle.

Figuring it all out, one day at a time; just learning how to be.