It feels like I’m on a roller coaster at the top of the first lift hill – you know, that moment where it pauses for a second and lets you look over the edge, and while you’re not accelerating downward just yet, you know it’s coming, coming soon, and there’s absolutely nothing you can do to stop it?
May was like a month of setting up a huge set of dominos. Big picture, from an impartial, outside view, most of these upcoming adventures are good things. The search for the Forever Home. Starting to pack and think about the logistics of moving one final time. The annual audit at work. A bunch of other projects at work. Making some deliberate changes to my daily routines and habits (exercise, a trainer, more discipline in self care) to deal with some of the aging and stress issues. Mostly good, just change, and change is always stressful, even when (or perhaps “especially when”) it’s necessary and desireable.
Maybe it’s more like standing in the doorway of an airplane, waiting to do your first jump. You know that you want to do it, you know that it’s going to be a good thing, but it’s still terrifying.
It’s sure looking a lot like after months and months of prep and setting the stage, June is going to be when all of those dominos start to fall, when the roller coaster dives into its first loop, and when I really, really need to see if all of that planning and prep pays off and the parachute opens.
Exciting.
Exhausting.
Terrifying.
So here’s a picture of the DWP building and sunset from the Music Center last night.
As for Robert O’Hara’s new vision of “Hamlet” from yesterday? Someone who’s much more of a student of Shakespeare will need to weigh in. I’m just going to sit here and mutter “WT actual F??!!” over and over a lot.
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 