finding a Wednesday

Lately I’ve been at this crossroads. With writing and expressing. Creating things I enjoy and wish to get out there. It’s meant I have wanted change. Then something else. Like I wanted a different path next. Something that would let me write and publish and then do more differently. I spent some months building this thing. I added stuff I wanted to it. I found this basic ownership thing which made the words feel better. More mine. I knew the last few days I’d do something. At the end of any day I have to feel good about writing. It’s a thing that makes my life more full. More interesting. Perhaps it gives me this sense of finding a life in Cambodia now and sharing just a little about how I find things. Life here is different yet not. What I’ve needed is a place. A little shed over there on some corner of real estate. Somewhere between real and ideal. A place to hang my hat. To say things into some void where it has never mattered if you read. It is enough for the catharsis to say…

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