It was a good weekend.

A new trainee shows promise. It’s good to flex that muscle again, and find it more powerful than before, not less. As she and my animal worked around my apartment- worked hard, and worked in the efficient manner I find most pleasing- I experienced a contentment with my world, and my place in it. I did some writing for The Estate while I was at it, an effort I have not found any inspiration to support in far too long. It quickly became apparent that what I had was not only a stepping stone towards the rebuilding of that institution, it was a fine presentation in and of itself. I expect I’ll have a booklet and TES presentation written on it very soon.

Other plans are moving forward as well, including a possibility of bringing money into my house on a regular basis (Hosannah!).

But the best thing of all was contempt.

Not just tasting it, acknowledging it- but finally allowing myself to enjoy the strength and freedom it offers me. I’ve been bouncing on the edge of this high dive for a year, looking longingly at the water, but never quite getting my shit together to dive.

I dove, dragging my animal down to the bottom with me.

The german judge gives it a 9.9