Some may have noticed that I didn’t post a daily haiku yesterday. In all the hustle and flow of life, I’m losing my writing time; I can’t take time to craft something, unfortunately, so I have to pants my way through blogging for a while — but I’m not going to publish a lot of garbage.
Now an opportunity appears to be rising for me. I’ve felt it coming for a few days now; I get this malaisy feeling that in my younger days I used to mistake for depression. I get restless, impatient, angry . . . emotional. It’s change on the wind and I’m smelling it coming.
Change is a big deal, it can sweep you off your feet and do you good or ill — but I will be the first to admit that I don’t take sudden changes very well; I hate a last-minute change in plans or any change to the comfortable routine, unless I know it’s coming. But I have to be flexible and loose, especially this time; you see, I caught wind of the change a few days ago, but the curiosity soon faded into the background. Then yesterday I got an email. I won’t discuss the nature of this missive because I don’t want to jinx it, but it has the potential to solve some of the issues that I’ve written about before; both in regard to finding time to read and write, and to spending time with my family and helping it to grow.
That being said, I must tread lightly, and approach each step with optimistic and enthusiastic caution, for every change in my life is meaningless until I have made my reaction to it; will the resolution bode well or ill for my life, and those of my wife, daughter, and future children? Time will reveal all in due course, so stay tuned. As the road unfurls before me I will keep you up to date, thus remaining ever the intrepid yet sometimes terribly mundane adventure blogger,