Lordy, reader. As you can see from the gap between my first and second posts, I've been struggling for what to say next. Cue the crickets. Then I got all self-judge-y about how lame it is to start a new blog then promptly abandon it. Repeated this cycle, a lot.
I wrote and erased dozens of paragraphs as recently as five minutes ago but really? Irrelevant. What I'm doing is being with what's here, right now. Which sounds so gah California I must actively resist the urge to delete.
That's it. Sitting with what's here, be it pleasant, unpleasant or neutral.
Well it's hot, here, now. But we miss you.
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Marcia Brady! It was hot, here, yesterday and now I am practicing sitting with my sweatshirt on with feelings of bitterness and betrayal because I want to neither swelter nor freeze.
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