Most days, there comes a time that I think about a time that has not come yet. Planning. Thinking about me. Then, it's about this time, that I realize how utterly selfish this concept is. Then I plan some more.
Some days, I think things are finite and just as they are. Really, it's our nature, ain't it? Grab onto any sense of stability. Hold firm. Hold the line of fire. Then I fire my day job and get a night job.
Other days, I almost think I got it down pat. This concept of living. Then I stub my toe and realize that there just isn't one perfect way to live.
This day, I thought about change. I thought about making it, saving it, watching it, commentating on it. And then I decided to change my necklace to a scarf.
I took a walk, but it changed me.
