I'm Getting the Hang of It

This whole separated thing, I mean. I spend less time feeling sorry for myself. Less time thinking about where I go from here. I'm beginning to find my base.

I am writing more. Not a lot more, but enough that I can say in good conscience that I'm writing. I need to get my camera back in my hand, but that will happen soon enough. If I create enough outside myself, I can begin to rebuild the inside.

I took the bus yesterday and instead of my usual routine, I decided not to plug into my iPhone immediately.  I left the Kindle at home and spent the time roaming the city listening to, looking at, and being attentive to the people around me.

I live in a very entertaining city.  I have to spend more time being part of it than just moving through it as unobtrusively as possible.