The other day in the car, playing the music too loud, I heard this song, and I thought, "that's it!"
"Just once in his life, a man has his time, and my time is now, coming alive!"
That's the way the last few months have affected me. I did the work, I soldiered on--frequently when I didn't want to--and I am finally reaping "my time." I have a new home. My writing is blossoming. My career is on the verge of taking off and it feels like I have a little magic, a little St. Elmo's Fire, burning in me.