Objective / subjective.
I try not to update this journal unless I really, really have something I need to say.
I feel like today, of all days, I should have a great deal to write down, but for some reason the words just aren’t happening. I’m unable to express in my chosen medium the emotions I felt as I watched and heard the country agree that the time had arrived.
I could describe my mouth opening and nothing but light pouring forth, light in colors I cannot describe. But that abstraction still isn’t evocative enough. Cryptic, but indecipherably so.
I’m too close to this thing and cannot bear to step back from it in order to describe it for you.
So I’ll mention only that today was magnificent and that tomorrow will be the long road back.
And I’m ready to experience that.
Creative Control 