Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble. Or at least that’s how it feels. My brain is wracked with conflicting ideas and my nerve dangles above the chasm on dental floss. Alas, seven more days at least will be needed to string these hints together.
What I can say is that I’ve found these last minute temptations always appear when some major choice is at hand. Is it the duality of the human soul at play — self preservation against self enlightenment? I’ve grown accustom to things. Comfortable. And in my case, too much comfort means too little ambition flowing in the systems. I got too much shit on my plate to be taking it easy.
Thinking big. For once, I’m allowing those ideas to take root more. Before was an experiment. That was a nice thing, but you didn’t know the rules. Now you’re back to play for real because you see the real starting line creeping up. The sprinters start to falter, but the long distance runners are just getting warmed up. Which do you want to be?
Oh, and the title here is both metaphorical and literal at the same time. When the temperature outside gets to 11°, these walls don’t hold back the chill as well as they do at 32.
At least the music is warm and friendly. Hi ho, hi ho, it’s back to work I go….
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