so much to write and transcribe, so much poetry to ponder.
so much goddamn life, too!
You’ve changed.
You’ve changed.
You’re the same.
You’ve learned nothing.
You’ve everythinged.
To be human is to be a walking, talking contradiction.
A beautiful mess.
A work of art in progress.
Some days we feel powerful.
Other days, we lose sight of who we are.
But every day that we wake up, we can ground ourselves in the gift of intentionality.
I call it simply trying.
All we can do is try.
Until it becomes pattern aka habit.
Friday writing is habit for me aka living.