Yes, now is the sense of standing at a threshold, of being poised to break through and live authentically. Many in the group seem to be moving. I sit in my new location but feel like I'm weathering a storm. There appears to be fearsome pushback by the intervention, clinging onto its perceived power. The compulsion to look at screens is almost dreadful, so magnetic and enticing. The compulsion to shop and eat. Freewheeling in shopping centres, they're bursting at the seams with trite, stiff shoppers. It's like a hornet's nest has been stirred up and thick crowds are buzzing in anticipation. Something has to give. My throat is swollen and raw, like a boil that needs to be lanced, so expression can flow. Yes, now is the time to shake off the bondage, its clear where the invisible boundaries are. Its as if theres a huge cloud of hopelessness and confusion enshrouding, which needs to be punctured. This is the time to dig in, I'll all in.