shifting

sipping some very hot tea with a lot of rum in it at about 3am makes one think.
it makes me think.

plucking courage is a great thing to do, isn't it?
i mean.. when you finally do something you know you should do. at least you think you should. or you think you know. maybe you just feel like doing it. even if just... for the hell of it.

it's been some years (i guess) since i got fascinated by the "moment before". just the very second before you jump, before you take off, before you finally go for it, or before you give in.

when i think back a bit, lately it's all about the "moment after". and this is a lot more rich in everything. it's almost never what you expected, even if you pretend you did not expect anything. it's all messy. and then it takes that brain-click to turn the "moment after" into another "moment before".

a lot of brain gymnastics.
takes a lot of practice.

i'll go and finish that mug.