The hunt was on. Time was bearing down. Preparation was key. Needing this shaky feeling to be squelched, I laid down the groundwork to start carving a path in a definite direction. Using my instincts as a compass, I trudged along.
And then, just like that, definite choices needed to be made. My path was becoming ever clearer. Or so I thought. Led into a bog, I was forced to turn back; blaze another trail. Disheartened, I began again, crude language inhabiting my mind. I had to rework my expectations and let my heart be the guide. In an instant, uncertainty became certain.
This was written for three incredible link-ups. First was for my friend, Lance. He oils Leeroy for the 100 Word Song. I was honored to be the one to pick this week's song. I chose The Fray's Uncertainty. Next was for Trifecta. They asked that we use the third definition for the word "crude." Last, but certainly not least was Velvet Verbotsity's 100 Words. Her word was "rework."