All this peak energy makes me sleepy.
I feel like the one person in ten that coffee puts to sleep.
There is so much to do, I don’t mean on an emotional/psychological level,
I mean there actually is SO MUCH TO DO.
I want to curl up in a sunspot.
Wake me when the world has decided itself,
& we are free to maneuver without radical consequence.
Wake me when the decisions have been made and I only need live them out amiably.
That’s hilarious, really, because I never would agree to anything like that!
Captain Cardinal reporting for work.
I wanted to write:
~What was that Ambivalence?
I’m sorry I can’t hear you over the sound of my epic decision making prowess!
Boom there it be. We there now.~
In it’s own way that is just as true,
Mess with me, and you’ll find out at your peril,
just how flimsy any non-ultimate reality folds up and disappears…
OH YES INDEED!
and the rest… the rest can go f*ck itself
& YET, I’ve noticed myself getting off on delivering extra kindness,
why not be even a little nicer, why not go the extra mile or ten?
(great song, but Correction ALERT! Mercedes was born on April 21, 1904!)
Do you have emotional clarity in a situation that has yet to resolve itself,
and the clarity you have seems true, but useless?
Not that it’s irrelevant, but that it doesn’t solve the equation.
a piece of the puzzle is still missing…
Estimated time of delivery: Why, this very week!
There is a longer story being told as well,
the shape of it still emerging.
Watch the wind pick up and start blowing us around in a month,
when Mars goes direct in May.
Since destiny is at work here, I’m going to let it do the heavy lifting.
Task orientation: make a list, cross those f*ckers off.
I’ll try not to yawn in polite company.