August 22 Vectors
Some days and weeks are worse than others; those are the ones where my mind must traverse a light year in Brownian motion. I get distracted, I find focus. I get dismayed, I find hope, then lose it again.
I am following a dead reckoning to nowhere in particular, and everywhere at once. It’s a chaotic mess, but somehow I find peace in it.
Today I am thankful
- for the open road of my mind’s travel.
- for access to fresh foods that sharpen my wit.
- for a soon to be clear vision of the future.