I suppose I have the doula to blame for it, but I have felt very grateful for life these past couple of days. Because of a short span of time spent in enthusiastic dialogue, relating to numerous shared insights and understandings, followed by a relaxing and reaffirming meditation, it felt like being as connected as I thought in my two visits to Boulder. Things felt realigned; what I have been trying to control is being released, or "returned," to the conscious, constant realization that our little control is merely our response. And that I, too, am aging, slowing, creaking, and obsessing about my own true ability to willingly let go when It's my turn. All of this is talk until I am the topic: my end. Then, it is about being an example. The manifestation of not only my potential but my ideal self. Self-aware. Deeply, with aspirations of being the example I would want to model. So, yeah, I have been enjoying this experience, this self-narrative Improv. I also managed to manifest some window film getting applied, a walk with J. S., and an assorted array of ad-hoc reaction actions. It's been too hot to do much else, but a bit of downtime here and there is my right to write. Writing truly does need to be my primary focus. It's reaching a boiling point.