64. room sunday
i fidget and pace and talk to myself, in my head and out loud.
what is the fear, what is the curiosity behind the choice? behind the choice for becoming an actor and behind the choice for becoming a doctor?
that's a question someone asked me yesterday and it's mulling in the back of my mind. my mind whirled in my room since the afternoon. i think i need some quiet, slow time to meditate. to hear my thoughts and be with them, letting them pass as little paper sail boats down a creek.