I'm tired. And when I get tired, I get dizzy. It's something I've gotten used to. All day long, I feel like I'm trying to regain my balance. I don't know exactly why I'm so tired, although I imagine it is a combination of several factors--one of which is the fact that I have no sense of balance in life. I have only the vaguest idea of where I am headed. I have a plane ticket that promises to take me to LAX on the 22nd of December. But, is that the thing to be done? Do I belong at LAX on December 22nd? I'm not quite sure.
I'm having second (third and fourth) thoughts about avoiding the inevitable (i.e. eating, sleeping, working, in Seattle) and staying in the south for an extended period of time. When it comes down to it, if I stay in the south, I will eat, drink, work, sleep [repeat ∞] in the south. The only real difference is that it's further south than Seattle, and that the winter arrives when it should properly be summer, and that they say "hola" instead of "hello".
So what to do? What is the "right" thing to do? ... De verdad, I have no idea.
In a class this morning, we were talking about proverbs. Gonzalo asked me what my favortie English proverb was. (I was afraid of that.) I drew a blank, of course. The first (and, subsequently, only) proverb that came to mind was, "A rolling stone gathers no moss." And I've been mulling that one over all day. A rolling stone gathers no moss. Sounds about right. I don't think I'm ready for moss.
Rollingly yours,
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But if you think about it moss means you are covered, protected, and though I'm sure rocks don't feel hot and cold, if they did, I would have to venture a guess that moss would keep them warm as well.
Not trying to sway you to grow moss, just more playing devil's advocate. haha
i'm not ready for moss either, my love. lets go.
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