August

The last week of July felt busy. A feeling I could see myself getting used to during this transitional, abstract stage of my life.

Throughout my younger years I'd grown accustomed to busy. I was born into it in essence. Everyone else was, as was I. By 17 I found myself fairly depleted by the process & I would spend lots of time thinking about different artistic & abstract opportunities I might try that may lead me to more leisure & less busy.

Maybe it just comes & goes in waves. More by what feels like requirement than desire at this moment in time, I find myself meeting with busy once again.

It is not as unpleasant as I think I had expected it to be. On the contrary it doesn't feel much different from my usual flow, yet it seems undeniable that the load truly is more.

A few weeks ago I started to feel a strong push/serge of powerful energy running through me.

To speak honestly I might say it didn't feel like it was my own.

If I could describe it I would say it felt like a physical energetic charge, of all the positive words & feelings I have been sent by my sisters & dearest of friends during at time I would assume I might have otherwise felt alone. I cling to the optimism.

As August continues, it continues to surprise. A month of wonder it has been as I've paid close attention to meeting goals I'd thought to have met already this year. It's not too late. There is still time.

This is a great time for me to really focus on those goals as it's been warmer and summer like for the past few weeks. The sun has always been a silent motivator to me.