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This blog space sometimes becomes something like sentient, and comes to me with whispered invitations. Honest. Like just the other day – “Let’s change it up a bit,” the blog softly says. “Share the words here differently.” So I said okay, and what we (the blog and I) agreed was to offer something of a rambling, spacious, hopefully engaging, ongoing story over the next seven posting days. It begins like this:

Peeps – I began deconstructing my life last Monday morning. (Milky said.) Actually, a case can be made that it began Sunday night with a sudden decision to make a momentous change – an absolutely positive “right on” sensation. It fell out of a blast of fury. So not me.

It’s interesting, like sitting in a theater and watching on the white screen the path(s) of this life blowing all around the street within a strong, swirling wind, which often masquerades as a gentle breeze so convincingly that when I look around my zip code has changed. Where my resume gets fatter. Sometimes just floating along, sometimes rushed from over there to over here. Plans falling in line after the changes. And something akin to momentum, but not really momentum, begins to gather. As if I’ve cornered the market on self-discipline. — 10,000 jars of empty peanut butter would chuckle at that one.

So very much of life these days points to dualities and asks, “Are you sure? Can’t it be ‘Yes’ and ‘No’ at the same time?”