Not turning out like I was hoping
All mixed up
Turned around
Kept turning in place
I put my right foot out
Bringing something new
But, not enough
Not what was originally offered
A foot in an open door
Only the toes right now
Hopefully more than the foot
Turn myself around
Shake my head
Not sure if that’s what it’s all about
The Opening of Doors 
Stuart, after reading your poem I immediately thought “what a perfect anthem for being a grown-up”. It’s how I’ve felt most of my life since striking out on my own. I hope you find how to take a breather and at least enjoy the scenery while your turning. š
I’m trying the best I can, Bonnie. Thank you for your support and freindship.
I think the issue is that we consider ourselves always at the helm. And, as such, feel that we can pull the wheel one way or the other to keep the direction we thought we wanted. But, instead of at the helm, we are sometimes being towed by the bigger ships in the sea. And, while our turns of the wheel can make slight adjustments, we can’t turn things around… We need to recognize those facts, and realize that we should stop pulling at the wheel so hard. Up and until we can break free of the pack, when we need to fully aware and ready to take the helm once again.
Good advice, Roy. Thanks