It’s been quite interesting both in — and out of — my head these past few days.
Things are happening, and some of that just feels as if things are finally coming together in a few important ways.
Lately, when I am writing or thinking about such things, I get so revved up that I feel that I must get up and move around to dispel some energy.
It’s strange — sometimes I almost want to read what I’m feeling as anxiety — but lately, it’s been feeling more like excitement, anticipation …maybe even joy.
Maybe joy is a kind of anxiety.
I was thinking and writing about the weekend, about the ring, and about the whiskey, and about all the things coming together — and suddenly, I just had to get up and move a bit.
It’s a good kind of excitement, I suppose.
I am learning.
I am happy.