Eyes clap shut thinking of the epic journey I am about to embark on; I am restless. I am starting to feel the daunt, the weight, the fear. Have I enough time to prepare? Enough time for the cloud to soften in my belly? The new year has begun and I can feel the changes I have chosen laying thick, of emotions foreign like blankets pulled out for the new season of living. The feeling of change is of comfortable settlement being ripped apart by excitement and a lust for disorder. Career held, strange assumptions of character, worry, doubt and well-wishers fall at my feel for landing. But I am taking off... fuck yeah...
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