Change is in the air. I’ve been riding this wave of tumult since leaving for Denmark in August, and the motion hasn’t stopped yet. I’ve found myself holding my breath, just waiting for a lull to find the space to relax and find my center.

It won’t happen any time soon.

Don’t get me wrong: I like this whirlwind of emotion and activity. Stagnancy is death, or something like that. I just wish that I was better able to adjust. Somewhere between 22 and 29, I lost my zeal for the unpredictable. I find myself worrying and panicking over the most ridiculous things. I’m grasping to control something. Anything. And it’s driving me nuts.

But, as they say, the show must go on. I’m gonna love on and kiss and smoosh all the people that makes me happy until the scene too closely resembles Generic Romantic Comedy where everyone is happy and in love.  (The negative stuff? Oh, it’s not even on my radar anymore.)

All the positivity and warmth are going to make the masses barfy. Life is good, love is good, all is good. This, my friends, is spring cleaning.