Granny + Momentum

I’ve been focused on editing a lot lately and I’ve sent out a few submissions. Granny turns 90 tomorrow and we’re flying back to see her. I can’t wait. Everything in life feels in place right now, the responsibilities, projects, goals, self care, relationships, feel like they are where they should be. Yet like straws in a glass, one wrong move and it all erupts in chaos. I’ve realized I keep so many straws because I need that momentum. I need to be going, that momentum is a challenge. I work against that movement to stay present and to focus. There is something to be said about friction maybe and equal and opposite reactions. Dramatic, but I feel like if I stop I’ll die. I no longer know down time. I simply cannot afford to. Every day is the end of my life. Taste the sunrise, Spring is here in Portland and I am in it. In a season of rebirth I feel the cold hands of eternity shove my back forward, daring me to trip every time I slow down. Forwards I will stumble on one foot then another in front of the other.