collection of images

upheaval.
control.
balance.
fear
longing
excitement
isolation
finality

like getting up in the middle of  the night and opening my bedroom door to the pitch-dark hallway. I know what should be there, but I don't know what will be there.

I'm operating on blind faith in myself that I will be able to get up in the morning [in both senses]. I haven't always trusted myself, but some days I think that if I don't trust myself then I can trust no one. and most days, I think that's certainly true in matters of What to Be When I Grow Up.

I've got no anchor. I have nothing but what I've built myself. but that's not so bad.

I feel like now is the time in my life when I should be rereading Thoreau and Aldous Huxley.