I’m looking out the window at a Welsh valley.
I don’t feel beaten as one typically does when ogling a valley. (Winner – Non-Sequitur of the Year, 2007) But I do feel outside time as it relates to ambition.
I want to be in love. I want money. I want a career.
In reality, I have nothing.
Sleeping in borrowed spaces on two continents, warmly advising others with more capably-navigated lives than mine; conjuring spectacular notions and ripping songs from solvent friends’ CD collections.
This is not a life..
But . . .
I feel great. Everything seems possible.
Maybe it’s because the world is closed for the holiday and when it starts up again, I’ll feel out-of-step once more.
Maybe there’s someone who’s made my life better and I’m not as out-of-step as I like to think I am.
Maybe . . .
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