Hi measlers. D, I second the feeling you are enjoying a run of creative output. In a short post you list several talents. Alas, please remove lifting wheelchairs from the list for the sake of your back.
I'm up with spritely energy. Had 2 fab convos yesterday, and got around to some small chores like bottling and labeling some herbs we had drying around the place.
Also, I feel both convos 'advanced' my intentions. In the first, I handed off a thick binder of resources for collaboration to a young recent college graduate who stepped up to begin reclaiming an abandoned hill near the college. I'd paid serious money for just that binder (it wasn't part of a workshop), and to send it out for more adventures felt like passing the baton.
The second convo spun around all the tragedies and wins I've collected by trading. I've been launching trial hints to lots of people and most acted doubtful, afraid, skeptical, or all three. I lack the optics for a serious winning trader [dude, where's your Rolex?], so I'm not annoyed I don't get instant respect. But, surprise, I crossed paths with someone who is supportive, curious and attentive. Balm x 3.
Yet another factor on why I feel so d---m good is that my inner work on bragging and recently, the necessity of failure, are reframing long-forgotten biases I hold about living, goals, and my self respect/esteem. It's thrillingly hyper-linked, as in, one of the essays mentioned in passing has led me to a memoir—The Body of a Dancer—that I'll search out at the library today. I don't need more reading material, but I can always give a book the once over to decide if it's worthy of a deeper look later when I have more time.
I have hours of chores before I sleep, so I've blocked off 3 hours at the open for random stuff in any order that only I care about. Ah, this does approach happiness.