I need to. Really. There's been a lot, lately. Well, really for years, but these latest shifts and movements are wearing me thin. Which isn't all bad-it feels good to strive, to cut loose at myself a little. It's funny reaching for things, when most of my life I haven't. You know me, you know I'm not ambitious.
But I've been honing and striving and burning my nights away. I have new tools, old allies, and more light. Like Goethe.
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