So today I’m still letting the dream idea cycle through me.  Am I in spring?  Hopeful, with visions of the future and afraid it’s just lala land?  Am I in summer?  Productive, and yet with an undercurrent of anger wishing it was a more positive passion?  Am I in fall?  Adding up my accomplishments with a plan to bargain with them?  Or am I in winter looking within and yet fighting the fear?

All of it.  Back and forth.  In and out.  Trying to pin it down.  The paradox.  To be alive is to allow the activity, the uncertainty, the energy.

I continue to cycle…


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  1. Story of my life


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