I don’t know what’s going to happen.
That’s what every predictive post should really say, and then it should go on about opinions and thoughts that mean something to the writer and reader alike.
I’ve given up on predicting the future.
My plans, like my future, are subject to change.
Every morning, waking, checking the sky for the weather even before the sun rises, every morning a little different – patterns emerge.
Weather forecasts are fairly useless so close to the coast, the fickle winds battling between a small landmass and a large. Radar tells you what is, not what will be – it tells you things on a macro scale, it doesn’t tell you about what happens around you.
Wake up early enough, and on a morning where there will likely be no rain, you can see stars. On mornings where this is not true, they hide behind the Earth’s visual blanket of clouds, sometimes with the winds shifting them like living inkblots.
Prediction. Deciding how to proceed. There is no question that one must proceed, as in life. There is no perfect set of circumstances, there are only circumstances you can proceed in – and the question is whether you wish to proceed or not; the answer is how you can make conditions something you can proceed in.