Ouch

Sometimes I wonder if I have a brain tumor. It's more likely that I'm just stressed and my system is telling me to cut it out. I still want modern medicine to replace my useless fingers for something more like Luke Skywalker's hand, and while they're at it, give me an electronic brain that won't complain so much about being squishy organic matter. It's too easy to get sad when the body fails to perform the way it's supposed to. I'm working on swallowing that and moving on with my bouncy self. It's a process.

Reset

The system was rebooted. I didn't even know it was time, but the dreams were broadcasting it loud and terrifyingly clear. So it's done, and regular flight has been restored. I have more than I ever thought I would, and it's going to be a wonderful year.

Onward

I think we found the rings that describe us both, separately and together. I said I'd never do this again, but I can also admit when I was mistaken.

Emotional

You know, I understand that it's frustrating. The job market is bleak, people seem unkind and desperate, and so much is uncertain. Maybe the angry responses I've seen lately stem from that frustration or guilt from unwise decisions. I'll give you this tidbit, though. It only alienates people who are trying to help. I may be a goddess who kicks ass now, but before I realized that, I was a raging bitch who burned every bridge from both sides, laughing the entire time. So breathe, count to five, and consider your words before you vent in public. You don't really want to be that kid in the cereal aisle throwing a tantrum, do you?

Canine

A gentle reminder to myself about the best qualities of our canine friends. Happy to see you when you visit or come home, take nothing personally, and quietly wait in comfortable silence when needed.

Mobility

While I wouldn't want it to be a primary home base, I'd like to have a trailer to haul us and the dogs around in. Maybe a popup camper. Something that can make an overnight visit to the Everglades or a week's trip up the coast. I'd drive west to see a desert sunrise again and a bonfire on a Pacific beach. It's nice having roots, but I like mobility almost as much.

Elements

I was the leader of the elemental army. I fought until the gods of the water arrived to wash away the enemy with broad swaths of current. The earth erupted in rock formations to shake off advancing forces like fleas. But still I forgot my pack on the ferris wheel and no one believed who I was. I was tempted to leave completely and start over somewhere else. Is it their fault they're mired in bureaucracy? Why should I try so hard to help them if they can't see through the webbing they're bound by? There's so much potential but they've forgotten who they really are.