From Aug 25, 2009

“I’ve got a golden ticket, la la la la laaaaah la. ”

We’re sort of in a holding pattern.  We’re waiting for the doors to open, and we suspect that we know the vesicle in which we will ride.  There are big things happening, but there’s no point in harvesting the ideas before they’ve hatched.

I’m thinking a lot about my next step(s).  My future is being filled with semi-permeable plans.  So many avenues.  And there’s really nothing that can stop me from doing what I’m going to do– the effort is there, the path is there, and the bravery to go without a flashlight is turned on.

But… what’s next?

The sky is the limit, really.  I can do whatever I want.  In the mean time, I’m bracing myself for the party I’m about to throw.  It should be very good.  I’m excited!

Then?  Well…

I’ve got plans made almost a week in advance.  Living day to day is nice.