May 15, 2007
Don’t you dare get disenchanted on me now! My mind is always gets up to its sabotage tricks at crucial tenacity periods in my life, like now. I’m totally in flux. Nothing that defined me 2 minutes ago, quite says it now. Like, where’s the gel for writing? The saboteur attempts to swipe the legs beneath excitement, creativity, and adventure before momentum gets a firm hold and I’m really off and running on a new project of knowing more of life. Well, now, caught in the act, saboteur and I can have a cup of coffee and talk things over.