The magic in not trying (too hard)

This week proves to be a mystical and endearing experience for me, and I'm expecting so much more to come. But you know what?  It's not much of my expectations that surprises me. The anticipated lemony snickets are the sweet nothings that gives me hope and a sardonic smile, It's like hits and misses. As long as you shoot and have bullets you are assured of a chance to win in a gunfight.

However, power overwhelming these past few days. And the sensation is too much for me to bear.  The more I ignore it (my hardwired response to almost everything) the more it sticks in my craw.

Too many coming in my way. Like an asteroid bellt. SO happy! Hope my millenium falcon can carry the brunt of the impact.

Ah Ewan

I waited for this opportunity to come. 3 years all had been for naught. Is that too much to ask? I'm not looking or searching anything right now. I'd rather dwell in an empty space than face chaos...I guess it's for the good. Don't want to elaborate on this one.