Yet to be Determined

The day is beautiful and blue with a hint of fall crispness and yet I sit waiting. Waiting for something to jolt me out of my paralyzed state of fear. Today I am scared of things lurking under the surface of my subconcious and since I cannot tangibly see them, they taunt me, skirting just outside of my locus of control. So I sit and wait hoping that something will change. Hoping that at any moment I will lace up my running shoes and begin the rest of my day.