"turning red and gold"

Today was one of those off-kilter days when I just wanted to keep moving in order to not really think about all the things I didn't want to think about.  Strange how I can manage to unpack in order to avoid thinking about unpack.  Not really that strange, I'm doing the "just get it out of a box and on a shelf" in order to avoid thinking about what things' final destination will be   I want to know what's around the corner, and there's no way of knowing, there are too many people involved for me to map out the variables, too much feeling unsaid in too many directions, but at least there's a tattoo around the corner and sometimes that's the next best thing to figuring out where to put my feet or my hands.  I'm not taking up space in the right way, but I haven't figured out any other way to take it up.