Ten years ago I sat where I am now smoking menthols. The bushes were small enough I could see the alley down behind them. The pallet on the left was completely blue. The neighbor’s little dog was constantly barking. I didn’t wear glasses. I had a different job, different friends, different truck.
In the immortal words of Mr. Carlson, “what would be the point of living if we didn’t let life change us?”
If I’m feeling the same way a few days later about something I need to make peace with it. Or not.
It’s true that the only thing I have to do with my feelings is feel them but sometimes they linger. They don’t resolve. And then I have to do something. I need to take action.
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