Missive from a lightkeeper

I've been spending a lot of time in the lighthouse this month.

Not a physical lighthouse, sadly. That's just what I call it when I'm isolating myself up in my apartment, working toward a goal of some kind. I even have a stripey shirt I wear sometimes, just to make it a bit more nautical.

I'm only realizing now that the sea has called to me for far longer than I was aware, from far before I ever felt its mist.

It hit me when I started up my favorite game in the world, The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker for the eleventh or twelfth time. I needed the comfort and contrast of something familiar.

I'm working toward a change bigger than anything I've done since 15 years ago, when I first left my hometown. One of the few things that gave me a good anxiety.

Moving to Colorado, then Minnesota, even getting married were all obvious choices, the most natural thing to do in the world. Exciting, but not scary.

If I can pull off this change, I'll finally be in uncharted waters once again. I can finally picture what an aging me might look like, and what one would most like to be doing.

Much like my love for the sea, my spirit has been pointing me in this direction the whole time. I'm sure in retrospect, it'll seem like the only possible path I could have taken.

I don't want to jinx it, so I'll leave it at that for now. It's also kept me from summoning the right mind for writing stories this month, but I'll make it up to all of you: there was a two-way tie in the Bloomside B-Side Brawl...side, so I'll be back with both What the well holds and Cabin fever for a coward at the end of April.

Now, let's see how quickly I can get out of my mid-thirties cocoon. It's gooey in here.

Keep blooming,

Martin

PS: When was your last round of metamorphosis? Do you remember them all? Are you due for another one?

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