It is the Leaves' Time.

Ah, geese honking overhead in their arrow formation as they fly in a southerly direction...leaves in many colors shivering on the trees and scattering on the ground...the crisp clean morning air...

I hate it all. Actually, it's quite nice, but it's a harbinger of the coming winter. It's winter that I really hate. Oh, the snow is pretty and all, but winter reminds me of why I am here in Minnesota, and where I could be.

It's only for a couple of years, he said. 13 years ago. I chose to remain here because my son needs me around. If not for him, I'd be hacking away at the jungle of L.A. However, all things happen for a reason...

I think I just wasn't ready. Even now, I have a lot to learn. My education continues, not just in the work I do, but about myself. Deep down, I have a fear of success and a need for perfection that chains me in the cold, dark, damp dungeon of my humanity.

All manner of avoidant and self destructive sabotage is employed. Luckily, I have loads of time in which to consider my actions and habits, to examine my methods and proceedures, and to correct my course.

Resolution is somewhat easy. Movement based on said resolve is quite another story. It takes a daily decision to be steadfast in my purpose. One cannot attend a monster inspirational conference of like minded creatives every week. That spark will have to come from within.

So each day when I wake I commune with the forces at large that compell me. We agree I won't traipse through daisies or slog through snow today. Simply walk along steadily, letting the leaves crunch under my feet.