I'm not even sure that's a word outside of the science fiction world,
but that's how I've been feeling. I'm between. On the verge. In
suspended animation. It's not that nothing's going on; it's that I
have so many options, so many things I could dedicate myself to. And
these are passions I see becoming careers or ways of life. But at this
stage they're so fragile, I don't even want to speak of them.
But know that in the deep of winter, as things hibernate, I am
working, planning, tinkering. So that when the seasons change I will
be ready to unleash a barrage of my potential.
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