Oh, Ten (pt. 2)
Posted on January 18th, 2010 at 11:56pm
So, if I’m coming from a down-note, where am I going?
I start ever year off the same way. Complaining about the previous, and speaking loudly about all my hopes and aspirations for the next 300-some-odd days. If “good intentions” were actually worth anything, I’d have more money than god. Which… I suppose, I do. But that’s beside the point.
I’ve a severe give-a-damn deficit. But I’m working on it. It’s getting better, but only by a little. A change from a one to a two on a scale of ten doesn’t yield any new results.
I’m getting better on this whole food-phobia-thing. I’ve successfully begun to include white in my Edible Color Palate. The white family joins the red family. The green family hides on the other side of the ocean. It may be a while before I can build a bridge, but we’re drafting up blueprints as we speak.
The general fear of “new things” (again, in general) has been a bit of a mountain to climb. But, he’s getting better. Today they talk of travel and tattoos, together tomorrow.
When abstraction meets abstraction, it’s time for the two heads to lay down.
In short: Hope for the best, but draft up a living will for the worst.
Goodnight Moon
You mean more than you know.