I guess the Fates are conspiring for me, somewhat. I made another sell this week. This is very good for many reasons, but it lets me know that I can’t stay in the funk I’ve been in. Things are moving on, and i have to, as well.
I like my funk. It feels good, like being balled up with a silky fur or favorite blanket on the couch on an afternoon that’s just short of being cool enough for comfort. Sometimes it’s not the warmth provided, but the weight, the anchor of being gently held down.
It’s not afternoon, it’s mid-Fall, and clearly I’m not on the couch, I’m on the computer. I move whether through motion or with intention, and so I suppose I accept, haltingly, hesitant, I’m moving on.