In A Great Position

• slap the training wheels back on
• take 21 days to change "a" habit
• carve out bite-sized time slots to latch some tethers onto a more integral future
• take a more "hands-off approach" to daily life, acting as an observer rather than active participator

Those are just a few ideas, without elaborating so far as to retread unnecessarily.

There are plenty of hours at my seasonal position, so I essentially have the option of going in today

(which I did!)

I also would have gone in early tomorrow, had circumstances proved applicable for it.

But that's okay, because I have three or so free days after to fill in.

What is fantastic also is that I didn't put my earbuds deep into storage, so now they are freshly alcohol-wiped and ready for business!!! Sometimes working around women can get a little batty for the ears, if you catch my drift, lol.

It's great being around them, though, while it is still hard to deal with the reality that they are either married or in relationships. You know.

That is the benefit of having a social circle, which I cannot say that I have. I won't get into whys and why nots. Hell, I simply won't.

But it is all a great learning environment for me; this stage of my life. It has been truly fulfilling (and it feels right even now typing so), having no appropriate resource of economics to pool from (until today, of course, as I began my new job two weeks ago!). For what I can say, it has been...amazing in its own way.

What Next?

Off the bat--and though a new section head isn't the natural place to list this, I don't think--

I lost my point there.

I think it was that I am confident in writing naturally as I go; particularly, if I am not mistaken, when the feelings are free in their shimmering positions within my mind. Although my fingers may falter upon the keys, and shatter that connection between mind and matter. I won't say anything about (mention) intention, because I had a thought that intention to matter (-> matter) is not applicable to set matter; that intention, itself, pulses in the shadows, and is Slave to some prior Master in the chain of command/demand.

I think we are slaves to this form.

So much love is set sight upon the beauties and frailties of form, where thought and vision make their nest for it, that one without the other here, on this Planet,

on this Plane,

of this Plan,

upon the Lap,

of our Pa,

...

...P.

Hit a wall there, lol.

But, hey, it looks like an alien face sticking its tongue out at me, so its cute still, all the same.

Go figure.

Listening To Synth Music

I love it.

A FEAR OF DISAPPOINTMENT

It bridges my mind to realize that a callout to a picture could so profoundly taint the glory which the attached dialogue likewise would hold for ransom beyond its own will to fathom.

But my sight is not theirs, even when connection might profess it so.

*

And a heart instills no other with anchors,

And no heart desires so,

*

And no superfluous additives shall this asterisk portend being its reasonable voice!! As no joie de vivre shall seal its thoughts upon the canvas of its own lively compare.

Well, Now...

How does it feel to get a taste of life off the rails? Was it as satisfying for you as it was for me? Drop a comment below. Tell me what you really think about the state of things.

Here.

And Then.

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