i gave you the benefit of the doubt, it's true
I keep staring at this box thinking about writing. There is so much.
The last week or two has seen more Twitter Posts than Writing.
Behind me there is so much.
I need to type up some three months worth of classes and things I have notes on. Especially for Tarot. A recent post on Beautiful. And Hope was here this weekend, there are so many different myriad topics that touch that one. For different filters, and for not knowing how or quite what to say to certain things that jangle in my head, repeating. None of it too daunting for me, and what is daunting from it isn't mine in the end either.
And in front of me is so much, too. Two days from now is the RCG Spring Retreat, which is also the weekend I say my goodbye to Air where we met and where I will welcome in Fire. I have so much going on in my head about these two. Then barely a day later, My birthday. My parents Anniversary. Mother's Day. The Tchaikovsky Festival. Then the changes that I'm scared of coming to pass.
I feel like I am in a wind tunnel and I'm not sure I can tell the whole of the beginning before I've finally reached the end. (And, how, but this song fits so well what I've been feeling the last two weeks. Thank you, PsiTunes.)
The last week or two has seen more Twitter Posts than Writing.
Behind me there is so much.
I need to type up some three months worth of classes and things I have notes on. Especially for Tarot. A recent post on Beautiful. And Hope was here this weekend, there are so many different myriad topics that touch that one. For different filters, and for not knowing how or quite what to say to certain things that jangle in my head, repeating. None of it too daunting for me, and what is daunting from it isn't mine in the end either.
And in front of me is so much, too. Two days from now is the RCG Spring Retreat, which is also the weekend I say my goodbye to Air where we met and where I will welcome in Fire. I have so much going on in my head about these two. Then barely a day later, My birthday. My parents Anniversary. Mother's Day. The Tchaikovsky Festival. Then the changes that I'm scared of coming to pass.
I feel like I am in a wind tunnel and I'm not sure I can tell the whole of the beginning before I've finally reached the end. (And, how, but this song fits so well what I've been feeling the last two weeks. Thank you, PsiTunes.)