Note to Self: It is what it is.

I just have to remember–remember everything.

Packing my bags now, preparing for the ride home, thinking about remembering, remembering to remember.

I made a list of things I’m going to write about–and I will write, even if it kills me.

Tired of thinking about writing.

——

It is what it is.  [If I were to write a book, this is exactly what I’d call it.]

 

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