
I have no direction right now.
I've been working on a goal for the past six or seven months, and it ended yesterday. Now I have to wait, but in the meantime, I don’t know what to do.
All my time, energy, and attention were on this goal, and now that it's done, I sit here not knowing what to do with my time, energy, and attention—so I sit, observe, and write.
I don't have a specific direction at the moment, as I'm waiting for a response. So I'm sitting here with no other purpose than to enjoy this moment, on being here and putting all my time, energy, and attention into it.
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