We have sprung forward with the time change. I was getting used to the light early in the morning. It was inspiring me to get up and do more. Today already feels fast in my mind because we have lost an hour. In that way, it feels like today is the first day of spring.
Funny isn’t it, how some people control even time in this great game? I’d rather not have it change. I prefer to have it tic along at the same rate, always background music. Not something that calls our attention twice a year, that commands we shift to its ever present counting.
I emptied my office yesterday so Andy can bust through the wall this week and give us a sense of what we’re working with when the middle wall is cut away and we can see through the center room of this house.
I can’t wait to feel the flow changing here. It feels as if a blockage is getting released. I don’t dare talk about it until I get started.