My newly discovered comfort zone has become a springboard. It reminds me of attachment theory – a stable centre from which to venture.
Each day a new, moderately scary event with moderately predictable rewards. Each day a flurry of words and insight. Delight. Followed, predictably, by a slurry of self doubt and residual pleasure.
Today, more pleasure than self-doubt. Even the confusion is colourful, sun-kissed. Hopeful.
This sounds more like haiku than prose, more puzzle than even poetry presents to me. Perhaps I have exceeded my daily word allocation and these are the reclaimed. I should eat. I write differently when fed.
Cricket chorus outside the window. Cat curled beside my knee. Life is warm and loud and good.