I think I had somewhat of an epiphany in the hot shop today. Can one have a physical epiphany? I hesitate to use the term zone, but something in that neighborhood would suffice. The rhythm I thought I'd lost forever rushed back ten-fold somewhere after my first gather, and by the time I hit the bench, I was on it. Felt like sex after a long drought, though that may be a little extreme.
I was so caught up in the moment, I burned the palm of my hand. It felt awesome.
Now, don't you worry your pretty little head, I wouldn't be typing if it were serious. I'm just breaking in the ol' hands again, they got all mushy and soft over the summer. Not unlike the rest of me. I was so jazzed, I actually coldworked an entire piece. For the hell of it. Who am I, and what have I done with myself?
Can I ride this wave until final crit? Things have been entirely too ducky thus far. I feel the shadow of the other shoe hanging over my left shoulder. When it drops, will I even know what hit me?
Scatter my ashes over the fjords.
I also got my color order today....let the games begin.