What makes the world go round

Not only did I awake abruptly from a work phone call this morning, I was also hit by a sudden sensation, a kind of insight dawning on me as I started making out the time and date.

August 3d. I leave September 3d.

I know it wouldn’t matter how much I planned, packed or prepared for this trip. I know it will bring about a change.

And change is scary. The present is safe.

2 years ago I longed to get away. Now, I could easily go about the same tracks for another year. But what good would that do?

I had to talk to a certain person, to be reminded again.

Of the wonder, and the meaning of it all;

To keep going, to keep growing.

To keep holding on to love, to keep letting go of fear.