It’s been a while. Life has changed upside down but in the rare intense moments of it, it still feels the same. Surprising. Inappropriate.

Maybe it’s no longer the need to belong. Maybe it’s no longer trying to make something. But it would be nice to know that in this whirlwind of reality (or what we call reality), there is a point. One that doesn’t move. One that I can look up to when I lose balance and I’m about to stumble.

But the harsh winter days are making one thing clear. If I have ever thought waltzing on a trampoline is entertaining (or maybe at least for an outside viewer it may appear so), it is also unsafe, misunderstood and quite plainly, exhausting. What would make it stop… what would make it just pause for a split second to be able to catch my breath and look around and figure out a way. It feels like it never ends and there is no respite.

On for another whirl, then.