EVERY DAY IS ALL THERE IS
Late April showers to bring May flowers—we're hopeful. It's 63 degrees and raining in Phoenix. A very gloomy day: the perfect backdrop for introspection. Am I doing all that can be done? What still needs to be done? Can I do more? Of course, I need to. I'm desperate for more—but am I equipped for it? The answer is also yes.
I have a video interview with a FinTech company today, which could bear some semblance of fruit, though I'm not holding my breath. Returning to the office could be a disaster for my well-being—or it could mark the beginning of my new life. Who's to say what might happen on the day they elect a new pope?
This was obviously not written today. I’ll be on vacation this weekend, hopefully I can write something new.
Well, let it pass; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.
HOW WE SPEND OUR DAYS IS OF COURSE HOW WE SPEND OUR LIVES
I could recognize her by touch alone, by smell; I would know her blind, by the way her breaths came and her feet struck the earth.
I would know her in death, at the end of the world.
WE ARE WHAT WE REPEATEDLY DO
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