I try to let go but I always end up attaching to things: People, expectations, reciprocation, why won't The Kills come to Seattle? I take it personally.
I don't have a partner, own a home, no children, no debt. I can write on anything, napkins, if it come
(more)s to that. I don't need this laptop or this printer. My teacher would be the first to tell me that I already know all the things I think she's teaching me. She just unlocks me. Teaches me how to unlock myself.
I have a dog and a truck and a thousand pens, half full of ink. We could leave any time, go anywhere, I have all I need.
Does that make me free?
The fog is cold this morning. I turn on the oven to 225 and open the door. It doesn't really warm the place it just takes the chill out of the air.
Birds are singing.
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