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[sletch]

Life is flying past, all directions at once. Evaluating my role between accepting and allowing, or choosing and steering. Seems like the lesson in front of me is about realizing my own wants in the face of ties and projections and assumptions from the past. And it feels good to think that i actually have a hand on the steering wheel. So the doubts? Treading on toes, creating unnecessary pain, ending something (anything) in its entirety. It feels like admitting i can't handle something, to say no to it. To absolutely stop something too seems unmecessary. But i do recognize that the more i let these stray sweater strands pull, the more i unravel. Wooo, words. Stress and a taste of alcohol help bring it to the front of my mind, though i know it chews back there other times.
As it all is, i want to revisit the first paragraph more and dwell left. A movie last night encouraged that thought. Both movies. Wellll, off i go.
-C

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