Like the snail pulling back into the shell, hiding underneath the leaf, waiting for the rain. The rain that stops those birds from flying. The rain that makes the grass so juicy. I am not sure, in truth, why the snail makes its choices, but my withdrawal is not a great choice. It is a cowardly choice, if I was braver I would tackle my difficulties rather than feel sorry for myself. Well, maybe this will be my meditation for tomorrow. Tackle tackle tackle.
I don't know what tomorrow brings. I am at a loss for what my plan is. Yesterday I planned a month of assessment and today just continued in its path. On rails. Only taking one direction. And I should count my blessings. But my blessings are a mixed bag. This collection of notes is a directionless diversion. I am ignoring the same problems I was ignoring when I first posted.
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