I feel like…

…I’ve been in the middle; forever. It’s just starting to get tiring. Not in middle of others, but in the middle of myself, somewhere left and right of where I am, who I want to be, and who I am.

So be it. Not complaining. The perspective is enticing; a sort of hindsight and foresight; it does becomes exhausting. There are so many things I love that I need to get rid of because they are consuming me; needlessly. What lines are drawn between love and compromise?