Some days all sorts of things pop up that I could write as the truth for the day. When I was earlier in, I would try to jot down a word or two to remind me of whatever it was. That didn’t last long. Now I let the truths flit by, circle round, and float just out of my reach.
Only when I sit down with my computer do I try to catch something. I don’t know that this way of proceeding is in service of anything; it just is.
What I’m noticing lately are contradictions. But now that I’m writing this, none come to mind…
Here’s one: I’m a hippie at heart but I also like Jimmy Choo, and Gucci, and Fendi, and Prada purses–yes, really–makes no sense. Although lately, honestly, not as much joy from the fancy stuff…
Can you really walk in Jimmy Choo? Or do you just like to look at them in your closet?
Jimmy Choo purses, Nina. Heavens no, I can’t walk in JC shoes!