Some people use circumstances like mine and make something awesome out of it. I feel like I'm just making a mess of my life. Not even that. That's too active. I'm just passively sitting in my messy life. It's surrounding me like a nest. Comforting me with it's familiararity. Wrapping me in the warmth of internet links, Netflix shows and coffee. "stay with me" it whispers....
I think I need to dismantle my nest. One twig at a time. When I've thrown myself out of the tree and eaten my fill of bugs, I need to find a new home. Not literally. It's cold outside of Florida.
Back to the analogy.
Perhaps, I can use some of the old twigs and re-purpose them. See if they are strong enough to support a roof and walls. Perhaps, I need to work on the foundation first.
Off to sing another song.
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