In general relativity, an event horizon is a boundary in spacetime beyond which events cannot affect an outside observer. In layman's terms, it is defined as "the point of no return", i.e., the point at which the gravitational pull becomes so great as to make escape impossible.*
It's time, I think. It's here.
I've felt this bubbling up of the need to write -- and I think it's because my life's paths, its events, the threads I've been hesitantly (or determinedly) following, are starting to bubble up into a full boil.
I've also felt this emotional (and physical, actually) discomfort, subtle but continuously chafing, and it's starting to feel like it's all meeting in a crescendo of movement, possibility, launch.
It's all reaching some kind of event horizon of its own.
A new venture all about love.
A new tattoo all about love.
A new phase of my life all about love.
A loving transition into my creative path which has been whispering, motioning, beckoning, and which -- ultimately -- is really only about love (in its purest form: self).
The coming two and a half weeks are rife with self-investment, self-exploration, and plugged-nose-dives into the deep end, and -- if my emotional and intuitive tremors are right -- the markers, touchstones, alley-oops and ignitions into my own soaring points of no return.
I'm nervous, and I'm ready.
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