" there's no snow in my immediate future "

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it's nice to actually get this buffer of time, the next six months, to just be completely free of worry of a 'job.'

as always i have no problems with the job functions, just the non-moving-forwardness of it all. the feeling that i can always come back to this desk doesn't excite me. and i already miss everyone.

98% of my belongings are out the door already, and my room looks like a hollow cavern of past memory; the shelves threadbare, and the closet empty of even a shiver.

in my head, bright days of events opening wide to future possibilities; the complete and sublime happiness of creating your own pit-stops along the path.

by the numbers:

one more day to go before i leave the office.

five more days until i leave thailand.

eight days until the awards gala in D.C.

nine days until i hit up the NYC.

fifteen days until i return to bangkok.


and the rest is part of a mighty unknown;
the template unmarred by the absence of structure.


tonight's homework:

sing a song for everyone and no one. kiss somebody who deserves it. cook your own food and invite a friend over. hold hands with a complete stranger in a public place. lay down in the wide open floor of a public space, amphitheatre, or museum. resist those who would hold you back from everything you seek. dream and (re)act and love and live and be.

then, be true.

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