Thin blue ballerinas surround me, swooshing back and forth in perfect rhythm.
I am at peace.
I feel safe as the soap storm drowns my vessel.
I do nothing, but somehow, so much is happening all around me.
So much is being accomplished.
Leaning back in my leather seat meditating on the sounds of soapy clockwork, somehow, I myself feel a sense of accomplishment. A fulfilling peace. I feel a glimpse of my futures aspirations, where effectiveness and results dance around me in synchronicity. I do nothing, but somehow, everything is happening because of me.
As the monsoon ensues, washing my soapy thoughts away, I see the flashing "ready" light approaching. The readiness asks me more questions than I know answers.
They say the most common regret among those on their death bed is not living a life that was true to themselves. Will I share such regret? The flashing "ready" light asks me more questions than I know answers. The light flashes green with the word "go". I rejoice. Not because I have answers, but because at the end of it all, the cleansing has happened regardless.
