In a cafe, doing some writing. The barista is letting me play DJ; we are traveling across the late 70s and 80s. It feels good, just listening to the music, working on an autoethnography about my love of dogs and my shifting sense of masculinity. There is nothing else to do, and for this, I am grateful.
Do you give yourself such days? When you let go of expectations, and just listen, think and write? Is this not why we started this journey in the first place?
Do you give yourself such days? When you let go of expectations, and just listen, think and write? Is this not why we started this journey in the first place?
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