I just caught a glimpse of the last note I wrote, about 200 days ago. The last italicized line reads: “Believe whatever the fuck you want if it makes you show up better in this life”.
Yes and no: what’s good for one isn’t always good for all. You often can’t assume that everyone comes to the table playing by the same rules. Assume so, and you’ll be fighting before you can even play.
Today’s theme has been consciousness. (if you italicize a period does it turn?)
It’s been 10 days on Abaco so far.
“You’re still in your robe? I’ve already worked up, showered, and had a work call...I’m becoming you and you’re becoming me” Michael said to dad. He just arrived yesterday from the Bay.
We’re often regulated by the pace of the place around us, but when that’s taken away or changed, what pace do we naturally settle into? Maybe our happiness in certain places is an indicator of us liking the speed and rhythm it lets us settle into.
“Did you even miss me at all”
“No, well because you seemed happy in the Bay”
“Oh yeah RIGHT”
“Seems to be much more your vibe than Colorado… or just where your friends are…”
I think we’re just happy where we feel like we belong.