i’m on this precipice.
i feel like i’ve been there for a very long time.
i am overwhelmed with possibilities and tools and room for error, and i’m sitting back, literally watching the time go by, counting my errors in procrastination, and it’s building up.

we all blow off a little steam, maybe.
i want no steam. i want to commit to opening the valve, speaking freely and openthroated.

i want to commit to being and owning and loving who i happen to be at any given moment.
i want to commit to being here next week, in this lovely space.

i need to feel safe, secure, provided for, comfortable, or else it ain’t worth it.

but, those things are in my mind, i build those walls myself.

i want to commit to fulfilling myself, and that means:

writing
reading
connecting
making love
making music
being quiet
moving ideas into matter

you know, the yoozh…