implosion

When asked what I meant by imminent implosion, I described my various projects as balls orbiting my head, about to crash inward and crush me. At times that seems like a not-so-unpleasant end, as long as it's quick.

After a breakdown that lasted through yesterday afternoon until about noon today, I'm feeling washed clean of my neuroses and ready to pick a path along which to proceed. What that path might be will be determined by some serious thought time and the usual combination of fate and serendipity.

So if you see me picking up garbage along the highway in an orange jumpsuit next year...