this morning #466.

this morning, resting on the edge of the fulcrum, she fully considered the proper path forward. it was like this every year when the autumnal equinox came. something shifted in her…or so she believed. so many people thought of new year’s eve as the time for change despite the fact that it had no significant correlation to the earth & its seasonal cycles. fools. the time was now. she felt that she’d put in the hard work over the past year. summer had come to a close. now it was time for the harvest. failure was the farthest it had ever been from her mind. clarity called. the fall would be her time to ascend, even if she had to bend a couple of rules.