January 06, 2014
queen of colors
Today I seem to suffer from a bit of a reality blow. Nothing drastic has happened, but I am still feeling rather blurry, somewhere between the Old and the New, than being prepared to seriously start of with another year. This morning hit me with a loud Hello, while I was still sorting out ideas and making imaginary lists. I was still thinking about friendship, about families and about lifes, that I haven't lived so far. No way, I had planned to actually touch brushes or to write other emails, than the last Happy New Year greetings. Holy Canneloni, it is a big difference to only fantasize about big moves and about adventurous things ahead. All so inspiring. So exciting without the risks. To understand, that Now is the time to start, is far less romantic. It can bite you in your butt. Badly. So, the first coffee of this week, saw me with some tears and with the urgent need to hide under the table. Well, maybe not that hysterical, but quite close to it. A few hours on, I haven't grown wings yet, but the old brain has gotten some sense into my actions and my breathing is back to healthy. Almost. The fresh year and my self are getting to know each other, on a slowed down note. Not that this is something, I haven't experienced before. Nor is it an exclusive motion to the Fishbowl. We're probably all in the same boat. But like everything else; things we haven't practiced for a while, need a reminder. And the last change of years was twelve month ago. No one to blame here, I guess. So, for this first proper week of January, I wish you a smooth transformation from lingering around, to getting busy. And if you'll get the impression, you might overrun yourself, use those brakes. As, the race is long.
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