A whole month has slipped by! How do I let these things happen? So much has happened, both on the superficial "got my fingers on all the notes at once" level and the dangerous subterranean "my gut is twisting like a rubber band" level. I go back in my journal and in my blog and see the spectre of anxiety growing, but actually, for the past month, I pushed ahead without questioning anything and I now wonder "How did I get through all that?" Wow. Being thirty-something...okay, more than just thirty-something. Being successfully thirty-something definitely has its perks. Pride is a muted thing, though still intact. Aggressiveness sharpens its focus. Being reactive in my 20s has given way to reading situations better and knowing - or...still learning - where to place value in things. But still, how did I do everything I needed to do, on all levels straight to the bone?

I'm happy to say that being honest and straightforward is one key. Being bold and outspoken only when necessary is another. Flapping my wings and never looking straight down at the ground or even at the Sun is yet another. Breathing is that one last little detail. Where do I go from here?

To the bathroom. I think, maybe, keeping it simple is best.