Achieve Apprehension

Each fine day I try to relax a little more, unwind that internal coil that each day of winter cranks a little tighter, that puts the hunch in the shoulders and the pale in the face. But it's just too soon. April has fooled me before, and I just know it still has something rotten up its sleeve. Sometime during the winter I erased everything off the Current Projects whiteboard and scrawled in "Achieve Satori!"--but it was pure bravado. I fear I shall never be the match of the old monk who liked his soup salty, but never added salt at the table. "Some days, salty soup--some days not so salty," he would say. Maybe by July I'll be able to just take it as it comes.