The wonder of it all.
I know I’ve been slacking on the blog, but it has been a busy few days, what with writing a zillion pages every morning and getting old yesterday and all that business. I have so many things on my mind and in my heart, but it almost feels as if to put them into words would be to rob them of some of their magic. It’s not even anything new – I’ve not won the lottery or met anyone new or discovered a cure for cancer. I feel like I have new eyes, I guess – eyes that have an extra lens, one that filters out the crap I’ve learned over too many years of self-loathing and perseveration, eyes that allow me to appreciate every little thing around me, and about me. Maybe it’ll work its way up to a genuine epiphany, but whatever it is, I’m grateful for it.