Balancing the Warrior 11

Simplicity is the most cherished accomplishment in my dysfunctionally complicated life. Good luck shutting me up during the early phases of my psychotic breaks. My most trusted supporters seem pretty unanimous in finding my silence to be far more expressive than my manic broadcasts. An incredible peace comes over me when I can tie all that psychic chaos into a single simplicity. Even my emotional support dog quits her bitching during these moments of peace. Alas, I still haven't found the global simplicity that has brought ever-lasting peace. Sigh. . . Seize the moment. . .

Proceeding from the Friday afternoon phone call where the lawyer told me she believes there is room for forgiveness in the current breach of contract, I have been drafting emails to tell her how I would like to proceed. One possibility allows me to leave for Grand Time early in the week. The other possibility would allow me to leave at the end of this week. That Grand Time is top priority in my mind. The lab/rooftop garden never included plans to eliminate family.

Drafting and editing the legal document feels like yucky, mucky work I would rather not do, but . . . Not the first mucky yucky job I've had to do. I'd rank it right up there with cleaning up after an especially nasty toilet clog. It's a dirty job, but leaving it is even dirtier. I might even be finished with the email. We see how it looks after I let it cool.