in Stability
I'm at a strange point right now, where it suddenly seems as if much of the world is hurtling past me while I stand on a little island that isn't moving at all. Instead of being jealous of all the little pieces spinning off on adventures, I'm a little sad. How did I get this stability? And how can I make room on my little slab of planet for those whizzing by? Then I wonder, do the intergalactic space travelers really want to stop on my slab anyway?

I'm not saying I don't ever want to veer wildly off course again, but for a second I get to catch my breath and have the semblance of a spot. The only thing missing is you. I'm not even saying you have to stay long, but it'd be nice if some time you could catch your breath and I could catch mine at the same time in the same spot.