Lately I've been in a funk. A real funk. Well, maybe an imagined funk, an imagined funk that feels real.
An imagined funk that feels less imagined than not, really real and very funky.
I read somewhere that Change creates a need for more Change. I guess the idea being that if you start the ball rolling and make a big change, be prepared because as a result of that energy/inertia... all kinds of shit will start changing too, and it doesn't much matter if you want that additional stuff to change or not.
For me, the odd thing is this:
With all the changes I've made and the result of those changes equating to: more centered, more energy, more positivity & feeling healthier [to name just a few], conversely I also feel...
more frustrated, antsy, my ability to want to talk or discuss things has thinned and I generally just want to do shit-not talk about it.
On the flip side, I had some big revelations recently. Things about where I fit into the flow of the Universe, spurred on in large part due to a great & extremely meaningful phone call with Kent Peterson .
I do know this, of all things: my mind chatters too much & too often. I need to work toward quieting my thinkpad down.
In other news...
the temp is growing hotter than the space beneath Pamela Anderson's Dupont-crafted breasts. Dripping hot. I don't long so much for cooler temperatures per se as much as I long for a place to ride that isn't 100& asphalt, broken glass, dog shit and vacant, discarded Starbucks cups. That would be NICE. But it ain't gonna happen here.
Amy & me have resumed talks about a relocation, again. We are down to 4 places. I suspect we are slowly reducing our orbit surrounding this topic and something definitive is on the horizon.
Need some veggies, a trip to the bathroom and then off to ride.
In the meantime: I leave you with this...