Laying on Concrete

So today I laid on concrete for an hour outside my public library.
Just. Laid there.

Technically my sister and her friend were laying next to me, but they were having their own conversation which is fine with me.

As I was laying on this cool, hard, concrete, I thought to myself "Where do I go from here?"

I didn't mean here as in the sidewalk. Or even here as in the library. I meant here, this point in my life.

No answer.

And that was fine with me. Because I don't have to know or figure it out now. Taking life step by step is the best way, that way I can enjoy the plot twists and characters that make their way into my own story.