Change. New starts. And the space of possibility.
I love change. I yearn for change. I get high on change.
Right there at the boundary—between what I know and don’t know—there’s a palpable energy. It’s filled with hope. It’s electric.
Right there at the edge of normal, a quickening emerges from deep inside my belly. It emerges like a fresh new sprout, ripe with possibility.
Right there, on the precious verge—between what is and what is becoming—I get high.
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