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I've been pretty quiet on-line lately. This week a good friend called me out on that.
It's not that there's nothing to talk about. It's more that there's an orderliness to things, a set of boundaries. Sometimes I bump uncomfortably up against them, but that doesn't make them go away.
There's a plan. There's stuff that is mine to do. There's stuff that waits on other people to do.
Like Valentine Michael Smith, lately I'm waiting as fast as I can.
Silence. Patience.
It's not that there's nothing to talk about. It's more that there's an orderliness to things, a set of boundaries. Sometimes I bump uncomfortably up against them, but that doesn't make them go away.
There's a plan. There's stuff that is mine to do. There's stuff that waits on other people to do.
Like Valentine Michael Smith, lately I'm waiting as fast as I can.
Silence. Patience.