Chrisonomicon

Tuesday, December 10, 2002

And I feel so much potential buzzing around my head, it vibrates through my body like an aftershock only this feeling isn't residual, it's before the big hit -- a beforeshock. I'm paralyzed with the new year's possibilities, the reset calendars, the zeroed YTD's, climbing to the top of this year and gazing into the valleys of the next like a prelaunch paraglider. Sometimes this man-made calendar year feels like a cage, a delimiter to an otherwise endless now that could offer beginning or end depending on your perspective and desires, and other times, such as now, it feels like a limitless tunnel, focused. I am aligned with a greater movement towards a common direction, stretching my arms into a space of possibility.