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in a gracious outpouring: joy. it has me dancing at my desk. tiny, explosive shimmyshakes. guilty grins. only four months left of my 9-5 and the daydreaming is addictive. a vacation to seattle/vancouver to crawl over tree roots and smuggle moss. odd jobs that pay well and leave time for art, activism, sleep. spring is spinning my bicycle wheels, easing my laughter, twitching my toes to go go (go-go). of course, acceptance would be a hoot, but at this point i just wanna know, one way or the other. i'd love to be a student, to be swallowed by the intensity of studying nursing, but right now the future is so sparkly that it doesn't matter much who says i can or can't, just as long as i don't have to wait any longer to plan my adventuring. plus an abundance of ink! with my tattoo, i feel more myself. it is the healing of a wound. the gradual completion of something medical and spiritual. more threads in the tapestry. and then i am writing! my seams are busting from ideas, my hand cannot cursive fast enough, there are not enough stamps to post my letters. i am WRITING. the incentives are numerous and sweet, the flow an opened vein. i have me again. no longer is it fear and posturing. it is giggles cause it's delicious. it is smirks cause everything is for it.