Up late. Insomnia is back. Craving a smoke.
Change is coming. I can't see the shape of it yet. A new career and all that entails, or a new job that just gets me along for a while... maybe a new place to live, meet some new people who will impact my life. Maybe things won't work out, and I'll be on the go again. Maybe I'll have to sell the car, hitchhike, sleep in my tent in the woods, stock up on MREs. Maybe I'll be happy. Maybe I'll be happy.
Writing to keep myself alive. I'm probably bipolar, but I've never wanted to look at it too closely. So I've spent my life spinning and crashing through great highs and lows in endless cycles. But we all have our own cycles and patterns, don't we? Not sure what I'll write here or for how long. But consider yourself invited to read along for a while, if you care to.
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