I remember being perplexed by the question “where does time go?” when I was very young. I really thought it went somewhere. Like the groove on a record, that spiraled in to the hole in the centre as is spun. At least I figured out where that went. Into the hole. It came out on the other side, I was sure. Maybe that is where time goes. well, today is the end of a month, the end of an era, and the end of my procrastination. I have made a decision, initiated action, and found some sort of inner peace from having done so.
I am ready to follow the groove and see where it takes me.