2:33 light lunch today.  Salad and some of those blue chips.  Day flying by like some fighter jet just displaying its speed and maneuvering shapes and sways.  I’m with a new sense and understanding of my life and what I’m meant to do – As in, life’s work.  Less emotion, as Uncle Stevie suggested.  And more tempered but still embracing whim – useful dichotomy I’m learning.

Stalled but not frustrated.  Just going from one thought to the next, thinking about the rest of my life and the shape I need it to take, and that I want it to.  Contour, Composition.