“Rain”
Woke up this morning with
a terrific urge to lie in bed all day
and read. Fought against it for a minute.
Then looked out the window at the rain.
And gave over. Put myself entirely
in the keep of this rainy morning.
Would I live my life over again?
Make the same unforgivable mistakes?
Yes, given half a chance. Yes.
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I’m even older than I was before and I don’t know what to think about that anymore.
Still a realistic optimist/optimistic realist who tends to fight the eternal procrastination that claws at my life.
I’m still an indie kid (at heart), I’m still a doctor (just) and seem intent on not paying too much attention.
Don’t come here expecting great writing or profound thoughts. I tend to write about banal and mundane things but it’s written honestly and openly and (most importantly) it keeps me happy – it’s my therapy (only cheaper). I appear to still be writing so it must be working. We shall see.
