My fingers are stuffed with nervous energy, a constipation I can barely control.

collage inspired by nervous energy

I have a multitude of projects going on, but because of this frenetic backlog of emotion I feel I need to do more. Inside I know that taking on more tasks will only lead to a crash of such velocity and force I will be obliterated. Instead, I try to fine tune and adjust the projects I am already involved in by making them bigger. My ambition grows in me like a fetus, and I nervously press my palms to my navel, expecting to burst.

And so I moved my blog.

Part of this expansion inside me wills itself into reality by the effects and affects of those around me. For example, Bryan decided he needed a blog to journal all his energy into. (As usual I support him full-stop.) I am used to another blog service. He chose this one. To test it as though it were bath water for an infant, I touch its liquid force to my nerve centers. I need to explore. I need to find out. I need to know. Also, Lori of “A Quiet Week In The House” fame uses WordPress as her muse, though to be fair she is trendier and savvier than I and probably uses a web host. But I needed something new, some different toy to play with. And here I am.