
I am ranting, apparently for something good.
It's late, I am tired, and words are coming out of me for those reasons. Or so I thought.
It had to end with lessons.
It's late, I am tired, and words are coming out of me for those reasons. Or so I thought.
It had to end with lessons.
One's in the past and should be left there. The other is in the present... and hopefully the future too.
I could be sad and resentful, but a change in perspective means I change how I feel, and what I do.
As a book project comes to an end, I get to choose how I want to live the rest of the year. And maybe the rest of my life.
Everything's getting interrupted, really. Even this post.
doesn't always stay in a hotel room.
Go be intentionally foolish. Go be brave. Go be experimental.
And my love, go choose only one thing.