I worry about the future, about losing my mind. Losing my memories. I worry so much about this, probably too much. I will probably worry myself into losing my thoughts and memories. I would hate to lose my memories, they make up who you are. All the traumatic experiences, all the joys – they are the threads in the product, the material of wh0 you are.
There is a lady that rides around my suburb on the most colorful bike I have ever seen! Which has a bubble machine on the back and just rides around and I think, that woman is so wonderful.It just makes me smile so much to see bubbles and the world needs more people like that!
Today instead of counting my change well in advance before I got to my favorite coffee shop, I ordered my coffee at their counter and gathered my coins that were sporadically strewn through my bag, because today I am clearly reckless.