I lost perspective. I met some rabbits.
I can get obsessed about certain things and think everyone else should be too. I made it this far...I think I've been given enough.
Today I heard some experimental jazz in the background. Not sure I liked it. Sometimes I could hear screaming cats.
The taste of a rhubarb strawberry country pie made crumbly from too much butter on purpose.
Dreams and Aspirations
Sometimes I dream of a perfect solution and I'm so happy.
The whir of my computer fan. The sound of distant traffic. The lights of a soccer field. The orange of considerate street lights.
those cookies shaped like a maple leaf...those were a favourite. Maybe they only aspire to maple.
Sometimes home is not exactly one's own. Sometimes you can be transplanted into someone else's home and know it could be yours. Has something to do with love I think.
I like riding my bike
Where the wild things are.
SENSE OF AGENCY.