In the middle of trying to put together the current issue of UFO Magazine, I am also trying to put together our life. There is the abstract world of ideas and words and deadlines ... and there is the concrete world of trees, grass, shadows, and sunlight. Which one do I live in?
We are still house-hunting, and we are still unsure about our future. If we do move, there will be packing, and right now I'm also looking at a very scary word: pruning. As in getting rid of stuff. Going through old files and making a decision: Will this piece of paper be something I wish I had kept? Will I be forever sad that I let it go?
How long is forever? Are there deadlines? Stay tuned.