Huge weights don’t usually sit comfortably on my shoulders. With my notice, I am relieved and scared. Change is always scary. If you accept that it is scary, then it’s easier to prepare for it. Move along, not much to see here.

It feels good to write again. I’ve been lax lately trying not to force the words. My mind has been spinning. Great divots have formed in my mind’s road. It’s anxiety. Besides headaches and mild depression, anxiety is the third on my list of mental disorders. It does create interesting times when it builds up and transports me to strange inner—and, if not locked away from people in a dark room, outer—worlds.

The anxiety of late has prevented me from sitting down for long enough periods to share my thoughts. I find airplane trips excellent for re-invoking the spirit and scribbling thoughts.