Fall Eve

Change can be so subtle.

I still realize it is back-to-school time like animals know a tsunami is coming. It still sits in my gut like a fast food burger.

Yet autumn in New England is my favorite time of the year. It is for most creative people I know. The crispness of the weather focuses the mind. Ideas fall as numerous as the leaves. People dwell on masks and costumes.

I now love school so much that I’m back in it. I’m getting my master’s. I’m preoccupied with deadlines from now until Christmas. I’m writing syllabi, emailing professors, culling friendships and tackling assignments with zeal.

I learned to accept the queasiness that comes with anticipation. I look for risky ideas. I want to make mistakes and learn and innovate. Lepidoptera in my gut are no longer a thing to fear, they are an energy I can use, a chrysalis with promise.

So what exactly has changed?

I guess my perspective.

Update

First accident.

Notice

The show will begin in about five minutes, barring accidents.

Eeeeeeeeeeeee

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