What are the forces of nature that make time disappear so quickly as you get older?
How is it possible that it has been TEN DAYS since I had the time to sit at my computer, collect my thoughts and write a blog?
Even as I sit here now, I imagine my mind is not unlike a blender working at high-speed. Chunks of information and ideas and commitments and deadlines being churned in cyclic chaos.
I have to be careful not to let all this chaos get the better of me. But I don’t feel that it is a negative chaos. There is an incredible energy and positivism in what’s happening in my world right now. I sense possibility and potentia