Sometimes one gets tired of others feeling that one is a crisis that must be managed. Everyone is a crisis that has to be managed at various points in life.
Events are swirling around me and their currents are tugging at me every which way. I smell change in the night wind. Again. There was a time when I welcomed these things with a wide-eyed eagerness: I'm a damn sight more cautious these days. I want so much to shed the distrust that clings to me like a second skin.
I could talk about this more, but that wouldn't help me produce anything.
Time to trust. Time to take hold of my own destiny.