agas adore

Agas adore is Irish for listen to the music and adore. Well, the adore part isn't Irish. It's a phrase that I love, and I wish I remembered how to say it properly. At the same time, I'm not certain that it's wrong.

This past week or so I've been drifting, alternatively horribly and wonderfully.

This year...it's been alright, it's not going to haunt my dreams like the other ones have, but it's not been uplifting either. I'm on track with money, career, and health goals. My planner is full, my time is in blocks, and I am struggling with the two extremes of human connection. The first is the one that has blown back in my face somewhat, and quite rightly so, so I've been told by strangers, friends and myself alike. And the second is the one that's keeping me going.

I'm glad I'm leaving Missoula. I've quit other places, but it's different with Chris. Everything's different with Chris.

I have always valued my independence. But the feeling that there is someone gunning for you, someone on your side, that's something amazing. Something I've never felt before.

But enough of that. I risk becoming Austen-esque, and God knows that ain't right.

Like I mentioned earlier, things are going well. I am 3/4 to my monetary goal, 1/3 to my weight goal, and I'm liking life, too. Things seem to be all right now, and that's a very strange feeling, because it happened so suddenly and without any action on my part. And I'm happy, I am, but I still have an uneasy feeling that it will blow back in my face.

I'm suffering from writer's block, after a fairly prolific year. I don't even want to write - well, I do, but I can't bring myself to sit and do it. Which would all be fine except I have this rewrite that's gonna need me to not be blocked.