so is the flesh, as I am feel a bit lazy these days, but that is another story. The spirit is willing, but the spirit is also weak. I have been teetering on the edge of giving up for a while, despite my almost maniacal drive to keep going. The simple life, or at least whatever my version of such would look like, is tempting. I feel like I have spent the better part of my life fighting for my dreams and goals and, quite frankly, I have been getting tired. It does not look like it will get easier, either. Whether it is the sudden start on this path or lack of prior experience or just my meager abilities, the road is getting rough. Even over the past few months, my goals have changed. The fun part is I am still evolving, it seems. Two years ago, I never would have guessed I would be emotionally, mentally, or even physically where I am now. My life has taken so many twists and turns, especially over the past year. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own-populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness-an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk. So, to my fellow sonderers out there, this is for you. ![]() I kind of felt it was weird to be this way, but maybe not so much… Recently, I have come across a word and definition telling me I am not alone. I told Paul this, and ask if that was why he liked watching crowds at the mall. I like to watch people talking or going about their business and make up stories in my head on what they are talking about, what their relationship is to each other, why they are there, where are they going…. If I have to be at the mall when it is crowded, I like to sit and people watch. I am looking into therapy groups for him. Admittedly, I hate the mall, especially when it's crowded. Paul and I were at the mall food court several months back, talking about how we like people watching. ![]() I am not trying to sound like a naive, childish, rainbows-and-happy-unicorns-forever type of person here, but the fact is there is an entire volume of misadventures and memories behind every face you see. For every person you see, there is a cluster of unfortunate mishaps, embarrassing stories, personal triumphs and character flaws. Norma Jean's got dance moves? There's a first!Īs a writer and actor, I am always interested in a person's history. Solution? Napkins, thumbtacks, and Trivial Pursuit.īlackberry cider, bridal gown, bride's purse, umbrella strap. What does the good lord have in store for us today?ĭoes the bride want to know? No, but she does, anyway.ĬPR DISTILLERY!!!. Good morning, sunshine! Beautiful funeral. ![]() THE WEDDING DAY OF FIFI LOLA AND THE MARQUIS
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