The Times They Are A Changing…
I am on the precipice of change. I can feel it. I can feel it in my bones and it rattles my thoughts. Thoughts that, when given light and examination, reshape everything.
Is it the state of the world, or merely the inner workings of my inner minions. The minions that keep me churning and often cause my life long battle with insomnia to grab hold and squeeze me awake. Tick. Tock. The hours of the night face me, while I redo, rewrite, relive, revive aspects of my past- but mainly illusions of my future. Illusions I wish to be tangible, so I race to sleep to stock the energy to make them real. Though through uncertainty, sleep is elusive, and therefore restless and spinning I face the day. The days, the week. A week from now. If I can make it to just a week from now- I will have more answers. I am certain of this. Or is that certainty a mirage?
What I know is that attitude is at the helm. Attitude to be followed by tedious, monotonous, overwhelming, rewarding (at an undetermined time in the future) work. Work I can face, and do not ever regret, if I can focus on one aspect, one step, one inch at a time. For it is the tangents that impede my progress, all the arms and tentacles of everything that is linked to every thing that is linked to everything, everywhere.
I call upon the ripples to gently guide me to stay upon the true course. I call upon the winds of change to be kind. To me, to all of us.