2021/9/15 #poetry Furious scribbles. I could never write like that. One might call me deliberate, but I'm just slow. The wind here is also furious. Keeping the paper from flying off doesn't take my full weight, but it feels like it. Chilly gusts over and over, but the sun makes up for it. Almost too warm. It's certainly better outside than in these days. I've been in altogether way too much lately. Weather of any sort almost universally takes my breath away.
I get to make my own life. I have a set of choices that I can pick from. More than most but not unlimited. Things that I hadn't chosen, had just encountered by circumstance, are falling away. I'm set in many of my decisions already, and carry them as limits as well. There'll be always be change and room for change. When it isn't how I expected it gives me a lot of energy. I might channel that into anxiety or elation but ultimately it's just increase of activity. Resist less for lower stress.