Now that it's definitely here, I find myself wondering how to proceed. Sublimation might be a good idea. But I've forsworn that approach in favor of openness. What that means, I suppose, is that I'm going to have to find a way to propel everything in the same direction. Life can be the provocation for theorizing. Theory can be my manual for living.
It wouldn't be the first time I've been in that space. The last time I was extraordinarily productive and had a lot of fun along the way. Maybe I'll manage to repeat that trajectory. The problem this time around is that I lack the means of releasing stress that I deployed fifteen years ago. I also don't see myself having a four-day "weekend" these days.
For now, all I can do is pay attention to the present, like those Americanized guides to Zen advise. Yesterday my mind was wafting exuberantly in the winds of change. Today I feel dried out, as if I were being tossed about like that bag in American Beauty, mindless and inert. Eventually the wind gives you chapped lips, no matter how mind-blowing it seemed at first.