I'm officially off my game. as in, the words aren't coming. as in, they're hazy and lazy and just out of reach. the images are there but the words caught the first bus for the coast. or, somewhere I am not. to be fair, it's summer. and I will tell you that I wrote that manifesto and then I dug my heels in, kids. I dug my heels in deep. I will be the last one holding onto summer, fists clenched, gaze set.
I am no stranger to the ebb and the flow (I am maybe the queen of the ebb and the flow) but something about this feels different. I can't put my finger on it exactly but it has everything to do with change. and the deep-rooted need for it. what that means, I don't know. but change is in the air. nothing to do but open my arms to it, as deep and as wide as I can manage. nothing to do but brace myself for impact.