A confusing time.  Mid-life crisis?  Or simply the continuation of a life-time of indecision, and angst.  I crave direction.  Desperately.  I crave help.  I'm alone here, in this apartment, in my head.  I want to talk it out, ask for guidance, I need support.    An object in motion stays in motion, an object at rest stays at rest.  I am sick of rest. I want to move - but where?  And how?