January 1, 2008
So it is the First of January 1, and the next phase of the plan locked into my head kicks in. I actually do know what I’m doing. I’m just not telling myself. Isn’t this a bit odd? It is like a large machine…yes the machine is large, with cogs, cams, gears and stainless steel belts. It is timed. It pauses in places. Then at other places again it mysteriously starts up and engages. What is this “secret plan” unrolling in my head? Why am I so anxious about the future when I seem to know what I am doing?