January 11, 2022
Winter’s bite. As a child the snow always felt deeper than what we see today. Mainly because I barely stood five feet tall. Twelve to seventeen inches of snow was a mountain. When it’s thirty two degrees in Carolina in 2022 I find myself to be in more pain at fifty nine then I did as a teen in Montana facing forty below zero. The angle of the story. How we look at our moments of Now are based on what angle you are seeing. Don’t pay the ferryman one cent until you’ve study every angle that you’re comparing the situation to. Daily writing. I started in July of 1994. The handwriting may look the same but the way I write and why I write have nothing in common. It’s not the same person, path and or performance. Teach yourself to become more aware of how you’ve evolved. Your point of view isn’t the same. It only feels like you were better off or less of back then. Looking at all the angles allows there to be less judgement and more exploring.