Truth Smells a Bit Like Fear

It occurs to me occasionally how remarkably little binds me to my current life.

I have a job, sure, but it's casual - I don't even have to give notice to leave. An apartment full of stuff I'd probably never miss. I have Cabot and the Magpie, but no husband, child, no onerous financial obligations that can't take care of themselves.

If I consciously remove the final sentiment of love I may discover how dangerously fragile my ties to the familiar world are.

just like a song in my heart

just like oil on my hands

Comments

[Vanessa]

No. No. No, no, thats not how you think of it at all. You think of it as an opportunity, a space in your life that you get to choose how you fill, rather than the usual crap of it being filled for you until youre trapped and suffocating under the weight of obligations to others.Cherish it, because it never ever lasts very long.

[Jen, also.]

Have been trying to think of words to respond to these words, and couldn't. 'Nessa did though. So all I have to add is:

DITTO.