I figure scizzors were insufficiantly dangerous. Plu I'm making a few rapiers these days, so it seemed apt.
But mainly this is about how it always seems like a crescendo of activity this time of year. Back to work, and still doing my projects, though they seem to increase in number each few months now. Then social activities, which also is growing from near nonexistant to more substancial these day. And other responsabilities.
If I could find it I'd love to read that note I wrote to myself a year or more ago. It seems so very very long ago that I was first starting out doing some of these things that I now do, and that I first faced this illness.
Like lifetimes have passed and now I'd like to look back at the worried youth from what ever this place is I'm at now. There is some part of me that cannot imaginge any further crescendo to my existance but I can't really believe that this is the top, the peak. I guess it is up to me to figure out how to climb the clouds now that I'm up here.
Sometimes it really does feel like that.
Take care of yourselves.
Roving Jack
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I like reading stuff that I wrote a while back. It leads you in to some interesting insights about particular thought patterns. You can then compare and think about what's changed in you during that span. Mine has to do with a long term writing project of mine involving the diaries of characters I've created. They still make me laugh.
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