"A great secret of success is to go through life as a man who never gets used up."--Albert Schweitzer
I've been too silent these last few months, and I'm going to remedy that.
The access to my well of words is a path too easily overgrown with weeds and deadfall; weeks go by without a coherent thought to share and the next thing I know I have to squint to see that track through to my subconscious, that faint trail into 'what I meant to say'. Much of it remained unexplained simply because I had no wish to complain, no wish to blame, no wish to give voice to that great net of unhappy facts to do with things I lacked; a vocation, basic consideration, a workplace that wasn't a minefield of treachery and misapprehension.
Well, someone stomped on the trap release on June 14th, and I bounded off into the woods.
My first week of unemployment was so monumentally busy that I could only pause from time to time to giggle at the supreme lightness of being free from that slow-burning anxiety that woke me almost nightly and guaranteed a slowly deepening Sunday afternoon depression. I am pursuing new possibilities while simply enjoying being able to freely breathe again.
A new adventure is coming.