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Mixed Messages Day 62: Trending

Intuition captures impressions. I used to react immediately, now I wait. Even though there's a change, I'm still the same. Responding replaces the outbursts. The passion isn't gone... once it goes I'll know.

 

Maybe it's the dreariness, but it feels like we are in a strange place, so I'm proceeding with caution. The upbeat beginnings are long past, replaced with the dragged out sessions filled with small insights. We are making better songs, but the fire isn't as full. The passion isn't gone... once it goes I'll know.

 

And then there's the click, a constant. It counts the time that's passed, reminding us that there are other things that could have our attention. Through the window the leaves swirled in the sky, cascading in a rhythmic dance. And we keep moving to prevent becoming stuck. The passion isn't gone... once it goes I'll know.

 

Keeping track of the impressions...
Are we building momentum? 
Can we recapture the upbeat? 
Are we on time?