80. need a ride?
the drafts i've saved on substack are stacking up. ideas upon ideas of notes, lessons, stories, jokes, questions i want to share with the world. i take this as a good sign. a great sign, actually. it means i'm writing again. and i'm writing as me. [enter identity]
the tea i sip has gone warm. lukewarm. past lukewarm. mild. what does mild mean? it means we've just past the perfect temperature. our ship has sailed past that treasured part of the bay when all is good and right. of course, one man's trash is another man's treasure, as they say. you could say we are now actually reaching the goldilocks zone. the bermuda triangle of temperature for tea, if the bermuda triangle actually drained down to atlantis.
i like me a driver who asks for permission to light her cigarette. roll your window down and puff. inhale, puff. puff. hew.
i feel sad when i realize the end is near. it's a happy ending, maybe. so you could call me happy sad. happy sad, sometimes. happy sad, often. happy sad, always. always? maybe.
but it's true. i'm sad as we approach the light of the tunnel. the tunnel actually turned out to be quite nice. more than nice. it turned out to be perfect. the perfect place to be in the bay, the bermuda triangle of times and routines.
accept each offer and take each one seriously. slowly. if you change, you're the main character. if you change, you're the main character.