There is a backlog of thoughts. All stored in my head, waiting to pour out on paper (or rather, text on a screen) and unload on these pages.
I get a thought, and†say to myself: I have to write this down!
And I am, I finally am.
I hope I still remember all that flashed in my mind, all that ticker text.
2015 was filled with much change. And there is always pain and struggle in transition.
2016 will let the altered state†unfold, unfurl, roll out and play out, to become the new normal. And I look forward to this “normal” being good, being glorious, being grounding.