Fence Sitter

Tomorrow I’m off to see the wizard. And maybe it’ll be the start of something interesting. The thing about being a fence sitter is that the edge is sharp and uncomfortable, the energy to balance is a tiresome distraction. In the end it is such a relief to step off…whichever side of the wall.  But because I’m not sure how to handle that, I think I will just sit here a while longer. Unless something gives.