State of the Union
I’m going to take a much needed respite from myself because I have come this far and I’m bewildered by life. As our summer vacation approaches, I’m once again at a high pitch, a frenzy I seem to have a talent for working myself into around this time. It comes from feeling like I have to do it all with alacrity that rivals the velocity and speed of something only a physicist might imagine. Then I come undone.
This pattern has become so familiar to me by now that I almost laugh at myself. Almost.
I’m declaring myself once again to be powerful rather than petty, to be anchored in the now, to be lapping at the bowl of milk I fell into so long ago with such luxurious ease.
I’m marching again into the unknown with the conviction everything is going to be okay.
I’m going to take a few days off from contemplating, fretting, observing, talking back.