I’ve been knee deep. Up to my eyeballs. Swimming in it.
No, I’m not up shit’s creek. No need for a paddle.
I’ve just been consumed.
The way I’m using my mind is a way I’m not fully used to. Not to this extent anyway.
It’s been good. Feels satisfying.
I suspect that will be even more true when the finish line is crossed.
Well, the first finish line, anyway. This is more like a decathlon than a marathon.
I’m good with it.
I feel alive in it.