Dancing unwillingly into the darkness

and popping out into sunnier skies

It’s that time of year dear reader when the days are almost as short as short can be.

And these days I’m grinding along in a delivery truck.

It’s peak season.

Working for October and November as a tour guide?

That was peak season too.

I’ve gone from one peak to the next.

It’s like going from one ultra endurance long distance bike ride to another.

Having worked twenty days and well over two hundred hours, I have between three and thirteen working days left.

This plan I’ve had is seeming more like a plan and less like a bedtime story. How could I suppress such joy?

Like a long bike ride, my ass is tender and there are parts of me that hurt that I didn’t know existed up until meow.

This evening, I took a walk around the lake. As I did I looked around and realized just how close I am to the end of this tough part.

It’s great. Each day I’ve been grinding myself into increasingly darker days. The work has been physically punishing.

And while walking into a stiff winter wind, I felt the lightness of knowing how close I am to my full time return as an artist and entertainer. The therapist pretence is melting away and Jimmy the ringmaster is making his return.

I had music on as I walked. It was one of those walks where I can’t help myself. I just start dancing along with my own private soundtrack.

I try to resist. The public act of dancing to music that only I can hear bubbles out of me. It’s an involuntary action. I clamp and I clench but eventually, I can’t help it. I just start dancing.

It was one of those nights dear reader.

Though there’s a lot left to do, the end is close enough to spare a bit of energy to shake, spin and twirl.

As we go through the shortest day of the year dear reader, step lightly and shake what yer momma give ya.