Where the wind blows me

Sometimes I think That I am adrift on the sea with the wind as my only source of movement. And I go where it blows me. When the wind blows it blows hard and heavy. When it is clam the wind is dead and there is nothing to do but wait and try to repair the damage from the most recent storm. Hours of boredom followed by seconds of pure terror. I know I am headed in the right direction and what I am doing is the right thing for me and mine. However, I just wish it were more constant and direct. Thus the journey of life. I start pastry classes on monday.... fun fun fun.