Worry
I am in Texas presently, enjoying time with my family. When I land back in Boston, there’s a host of raw newness to deal with. It’s hard not to worry about it at times, even when there’s nothing to be done.
I’ve gotten around, finally, to reading Perdido Street Station, which is as good a novel as I was told it was. The concept of transition is strong in the book, and it resonates with me. That place of transition is a narrow line, if it’s there at all. What would it be like to be fearless of that, to set up shop there permanently? Is it possible or desirable? I don’t know.
I know that I feel the transitions ahead, see them on the horizon. I’m not afraid, nor do I welcome them with joyous open arms. I wait and anticipate, and have my share of worry.
