slowly i'm getting somewhere at mission control, it's taken years but things fall into place, a new kind of commitment and certainty, a drive that had been missing for years has returned. it's obvious the ocean is important to me, that dawn surf to start the day. a boxing session. my first coffee and chat with the terrible friends at terrible, and then the return to write. everything else gets in the way but it has to be that way. i need space for reading in between. it really feels as though time is running out and my work life balance is out of whack, so adjustments must be made. work takes up to much time, i need more play.

thus changes are afoot.