Dang it's quiet...

The danger in having so much time by myself is that I fill a lot of it with introspection. Some people would kill for time to just sit and think. I sit and complain about it. I try to condense and analyze all my moods, to figure out what's going on with me, and sometimes I find something.
I lay blame on the usual suspects, and sometimes I'm right... Sometimes I'm half-right.... A few times I am completely off the mark. Lately, it's been an even mix of all the above.
So after a day full of scheduling and planning for the next vacation, I sit here... trying not to think. I want whatever answers I seek... What to to with my life, how to get there, how to find more happy moments, how much is enough for me to stop bitching, the list goes on ad nauseam. But tonight, I am not going to try to hunt them down. Nor do I plan to go digging tomorrow. Though I agree the answers should be easier to find, for now I will let them elude me.
Instead, I'm finding things to focus on. Like my GRE book. After polishing off both my friends' books, I think my mind needs other entertainment. One needed two of a series returned so they can entice the imagination of a peer, see their post here.  I will likely return the other bud's book when next we meet up.
For now, I remain in what feels like a holding pattern. Only now, it is by choice. Suddenly, it's not so bad.
So until I try to venture through the cloudy waters, just know that I am ok... I'm just taking a breather when it comes to the big stuff. I'm not going to disappear, just not drive myself nuts with so many thoughts.