The Finish Line.

Sports. They seem to be what leads my metaphorical thinking.

So, where's the finish line in life? When are you done enough to say, "Good game!" to yourself and walk away? When is the moment when you realize that you are not cut out for the game your in, and that it might be best for you to sit on the sideline, or maybe switch fields?

I can't ever tell. I get myself so caught up in the game sometimes, that I forget the reason I'm playing. I'm in too deep to walk away. I've been playing this game all my life. So, where's the finish line?

That's my metaphor for confusion. Have no fear reader, my life isn't crumbling to bits. I heart Frank. Heart my job. Heart my family. Heart my friends. It's all good. These words are not a cry for help- rather a mere reflection- when is it okay to say that you are done?

Some might say- you know when you know. But what if you don't?