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That is what my grandma calls me. I get restless very easily, needing change. And fast. Today is chilly and gray. The wind is pummeling the trees and making all the leaves show their bellies. It all makes that part of me perk up and pay attention. Just go. Give away whatever I can. Say screw it to sentiment and just go lightly. Let go...

That is what I'm waiting for. It's just change... big scary dramatic lovely bold fierce path-blazing change. Exploring. Experience, growth and learning. Sinking into it with all its discomfort and all of its surprises. I think that when you do this you rediscover pieces of yourself that you forgot. Some sort of survival pieces. And that's what I need right now.

This is not a dress rehearsal. Use it up. And soon.