Post Easter Epiphany

What has happened is that I've allowed myself to forget the thing that I really love and want to do with my life. I've allowed myself to forget that I ever even wanted it. And the thing is - the signs keep coming, and I just keep foolishly and thoughtlessly ignoring them. The emails from JB about his STORY magazine. The reminders from Glimmertrain Stories. Running all of a sudden into a huge folder of all that book length work, circa 1990-1992. And now, just that brief conversation with A by the river. It's now as clean, clear and as shiny as the merlion after a rain.

It makes sense to have A come along at this point in my life. If I am, I am. I should remember that, and commit to that, and let the rest fall by the wayside, shouldn't it.

Here it is, isn't it. It's either I act, or I don't act. What's it going to be then?