Realizations

I had a moment this week when I considered the weight of all the shyt I have to do this month. it was a moment of slight terror mixed with "what the fuck?" So many changes at one time. So much shedding so much new, none of it terrible. I own entirely to many books. There is now way I will be able to house them all. Besides I'd rather see them resting on a bed stand owned by a young avid reader. I have acquired so much in so many years. A metaphor, perhaps. About more than stuff and more about stuff. Yes. I am still feeling slightly overwhelmed. So much editing and not as much time as I'd like. I am going to make it work. I will make it right. I might be crazy on the other side of it but, well, we always knew that was a possibility. Send good thoughts!