My hair is getting longer than I’d like. I play with it in the mirror, making it stand straight on end, parting it in strange ways. It’s oily and holds well.
I haven’t cut it yet because…
- I’ve too much going on.
- The person who cuts my hair gets on my nerves.
- I don’t feel like paying for it.
None of those are great reasons, but it’s what I have to work with at the moment.
There’s an album an old friend of mine recommended to me. Cancionera by Natalia Lafourcade.
I’ve listened to it a few times, but I haven’t dug any deeper into it. Normally I would look up the album, the artist, when it was released, what the inspiration was, etc, etc, etc.
Right now, in these dark and cold January days where it feels like 3:30 PM from sun up to sun down, it warms me.
Driving a car and being on the internet are the same thing.
We rush from one thing to the next with little concern for others around us. We hide behind a veil and our anger increases more than we admit to each other.
Full of distractions and, when we do each one enough, we’re able to put ourselves on autopilot. So much so, that when we’re done, we hardly remember a thing.
It’s January 16th, tomorrow is a significant day as it is every year. Lately I’ve felt myself overwhelmed and distracted, but in a good way.
If there can be one.
Each day comes as a new opportunity for some new goal even though the goals stay more or less the same. Each day I’ve lived the day as its own world, it’s own universe even. Not always the most productive but every moment has taught me something new.
I’ve been open. A rain barrel catching every drop that drops my way.
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