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sometimes you just know

that's the stuff

Creativity. I am lit from within. And grateful.

missed perceptions

I have been wrong again and again and again and again, and there is no foreseeable end to the mistakenness. How exactly does one go about accepting one's inability to know the future?

sounds

Listening to my apartment is best in the morning. The swirl of passing traffic punctuated by bird song and the gentle footsteps of my neighbor upstairs... I am reminded that I am single and that I have nothing figured out yet and that is probably how I will feel for most of my life: alone and clueless. And yet, stubbornly, my sense of the poetry persists. I ride the wave of sadness and sip my coffee. (patiencepatiencepatiencepatiencepatience)

baby pictures

How strange it is to see my own face and smile staring back at me from these twentyplus year-old photographs. I want to sit down with that baby girl and tell her a thing or two. Mostly that it will all be okay.

neveragain

Heartbreak blows.

the list

- tall, just a little scruffy but still clean, smiley with nice eyes
- understands that cargo shorts are a no-no and owns a well-tailored suit
- intelligent, preferably smarter than I am but with different areas of expertise
- a reader who knows how to spell and is relatively capable of constructing a passable sentence
- funny and self-aware without being too self-conscious, comfortable in a crowd
- intrigued by art and capable of discussing it without stepping too far into pretension, and equally intrigued and capable of discussing pop culture
- non-judgmental of my past and understanding of my home and family
- open to adventure

 IS THIS SO MUCH TO ASK