Anagnorisis

Wonderful how the clients love the travel wanderings, and the bumper sticker to be provided to the other side today an excellent "conversation piece".  Already half-way through the month, amazingly, no revelatory ideas on the electric side and the focus remains on the MFA.  In that line, fun dreams and storytelling this morning, where the conclusion flowed naturally out of the ether: 

"Funny, I just woke up out of the blue from a dream in which I was at the airport and my flight was oversold.  Instead of asking me whether I wanted compensation to take a later flight, the attendant at the airline counter asked if I wanted to fly one of their smaller planes to my destination because it was my birthday.  They did not mind in the least that I knew noting about how to fly, so I just went along.  No problem hopping in, taking off, lots of twirling about in the sky, until I realized I didn't know which direction to go.  So I landed back in the same spot, and go back to the counter and tried to take a later commercial flight, but instead I got persuaded it would be best to take another small plane, but this time they would give me a map (which was attached to the key and made up mostly of bright colours and arrows rather than words) and told me I would have to make two separate fueling stops.  From that arrival point, I would then be able to catch a commercial flight from the final airport home.  It all seemed quite off, and what was also strange was that I was traveling with a genderless companion who had no face or voice, and simply came along in the small 2-seater plane both times, fearless, nodding, as if all was normal, and what was I waiting for, why was I standing around?  Just as the second plane I was piloting took off, knowing not what to do, still laughing at how absurd yet excellent this novel situation was, I woke up.  Saw your texts.  You don't have to be perfect all the time for your kids to be proud of you, and frustration at low points often proves the best fodder for positive changes and self-deprecating humour.  The call of the wild and the new will never leave you, there will always be pockets of freedom to pursue amidst your responsibilities, and part of what you are doing now is ensuring in a real way that new and vibrant souls get to one day experience the same pinnacles of freedom that you are aspire to (and have/will obtain again, randomly, at any moment, even in small ways, which book to read and which cocktail to mix...) and when your kids do achieve that, just watching it, knowing it, gives you a separate type of happiness that will wrap you in an entirely different warmth than your own tastes of freedom (or bourbon).  All of which is really to say: We are growing old.  Increasingly we have to pick our moments of freedom amidst adult obligation.  We all do.  But that's okay.  Because the fire within you won't ever go out.  Keep your towel close, and Don't Panic."

The title word, from the Greek, refers to the moment in a play or otherwise when a character makes a critical discovery.  (Think of B'elanna's sudden reversal).  Are we at that point with the thoughts for the future, the need to escape the rate hearing reiterations, and to travel lightly?  For now the fun of planning for 2019 begins, perhaps a slight increase in the Vegas odds, and some African winter daydreams as well.  Mmmmmmmm.