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.