Its been a hard year. Right off the bat- and to be honest? It hasnt gotten better. 40, thus far, has been more kick in the teeth than pat on the back. And thats fine. Life is fucking change- great. Lets change. And ive been storing that up in me steadily because all the places I could open up to are closed on all or some of the issues affecting me right now for whatever reason. And my tank is right about damned full. But.
It occurred to me that Ive had the solution for a while now. I was thinking about a short I wrote a while back about a policeman, who after his wife and daughter’s rapist has been caught, then freed- calmly quits the force and opens a mega successful bakery and uses the proceeds to hire a contract killer t- well, the story is predictable from there. I dont think Im at the point where I need to start looking for a contract killer (not yet guys, but keep me in mind) but burying these things in something constructive? That I can do.
Ive recently moved into a nice little spot in what im calling Outer Heights. Its big enough for one person with occasional guests and it is becoming apparent to me that that might be all I need. Im making good use of the space. Ive got a tiny little library and space for work and drink and sleep and what more do i really need? – the cooking. More of that in the immediate future. I think my wanderings are getting a tiny bit of structure.
Stumbling, mostly