Sometimes

Sometimes letting go means not saying anything.

Letting Go #42

One year later and I'm starting to get into the nitty gritty of things.  We will always be needing to let go.  It's amazing how many things we accumulate in a year.

Fat Cat Jonez died and with her passing I really feel like a lot of things went with her.  I've been tested lately and it's going alright.  I definitely need to keep practicing letting it go but I know that it will come with time.

Practice makes perfect, right?

Pieces

I had these pieces of myself

I threw in a closet

And forgot about

And now I've scattered them

And laid them out

I gave away what wasn't mine

And kept the things that

I was suppose to find.

I laid it out there.

One piece at a time.

Each object a memory.

And yeah it was scary.

But we learned to take it in stride.

So close...

...yet so far.

It is down to the wire now. I have pushed my move date till tomorrow. I still have a room full of shit. I still need to figure out what shit I'm going to take with me to Austin.

I could look around here and think that I have accomplished nothing...but that just simply isn't true. I wanted to go back to Austin with just my clothes and my computer. Unfortunately, that seems almost impossible at this point.

Sometimes I think about Buddhist monks and I wonder where they develop the discipline to live simply.

I have never been one that was capable of making a decision and then immediately making it happen. Some people are capable of saying, I am moving and they move and that is it.

Me?

Everything is a process. I live deeply. I cannot help it. My curiosity causes me to explore everything in great detail and that in turn requires a vast amount of time. But time is relative, is it not? I have my whole life to get to where I am going and if I've learned anything this summer it's that that is ok. I am where I need to be. I will go where I need to go and there is an infinite amount of time.

Live and Let Die

This song popped into my head this morning:

Thought it fitting.

It shouldn't be this hard.

Organization

I've realized that it's hard to be organized when you don't know what you're doing.

Why can't clarity and hindsight come first?