Pardoning me.

Before I know it, I'll be heading to Vermont for three weeks of intensity and limit-pushing.  You know that if I voluntarily wake up at 7am every day for 3 weeks, I'm invested.

And until then, struggles to find balance between innumerable obligations... realizing that failure has not even crossed my mind, let alone not being an option.

Improvisations finding themselves cared for a lot, and not at all.  How difficult it's been to invest my analysis the way I once did.  But in a way, perhaps that is what I've needed... to let go, to not have time to worry about did I do this? or how could I have done that?  Another part of the journey, I suppose.  And yet, I find that the improvs have been finding some semblance....

Here we go, Day 317: