Nothing is ever what it seems, and nothing ever turns out exactly as you expect. Variables exist we know not of until it's too late. I sit in front of a messy desk with folders, papers, and a half-filled coffee mug in need of a refill. Laundry is a go, but a few dishes remain in the sink. It's brisk out, and my pups and cats are resting while I listen to one of my favorite playlists.
Despite the disarray, disjointed productivity and interruptions, it's still a good day. I'm alive. I'm safe. We never know where we are until we get there. In between the places, we find ourselves there is always an opportunity to end up somewhere else.
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| Photographer: Masayasu SAKUMA (found here) |
In celebration of where I am and where I could have ended up. I will tell you stories about myself. Each post will contain a little nugget about me. A tiny kernel that glitters in the sun like flakes of diamond dust. The title of the weblog illustrates my greatest hang-up and toughest climb. Expressing precisely what I mean, think, fear, love, and wonder about in ways in which you will understand.
T.T.F.N.
T.T.F.N.
