The Yin and The Yang
I engage in too much self talk about my fears of becoming homeless. I worry about running out of money even though I have run the numbers thousands of times and I know I will be ok. I worry about those cold winter nights, when it snows and I fall asleep, on some park bench and am then covered in snow and can't be seen.
And then I snap out of this ridiculous monologue and move on to the yang of this yin.
I fantasize about selling every worldly possession of mine except my beat-up, old 2003 Honda Element which would be my home as I am traveling around the country, off the grid so no one can see me unless I want them to see me.
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