The Electric Perfect

It is a prevalent theme in my musings the past few months to mention change, newness, the unfamiliar.

Somewhere in the midst of this newity, I fell in love with my life. Is it perfect or what I imagined it would be? Hmmm... to answer that question I must break the rules of etiquette and answer with a question. What is perfection? My life is a perfect representation of what it needs to be RIGHT NOW, here in the present. So, it is Dustin perfect, full of neuroses and eccentricities and magic. It is electric perfect.

As for where I imagined my life to be at this particular age, this particular portion of the story, whew... I have been a slew of different people the past decade and what I thought about life and my particular contribution has changed and is still evolving.

Bottom line is: Life is spectacular in its simplicity, its complexity, its duality, its darkness, its light, and my newfound pally pal pal, the grey.

Explore it for therein lies the good stuff.

I am not afraid anymore.

Hell, I will write that sentence again as it is enormously gratifying and powerful.

I AM NOT AFRAID ANYMORE... of life, of change, of where my career path leads me, of what is to come.

I am just where I am and enjoying that and the process once more.

I hope that you are joyous as well and that you can find the purpose, the frivolity, and the electric perfect in your days, nights, and daydreams...

YAY!
Dustin

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