"I believe in reinvention. To be yourself. To cut yourself out of stone." - Henry Rollins
So it's a Saturday, nearly midday. I've thrown all the windows open, invited in the spring air. There's a fly buzzing around me, continually bashing itself against the window, trying to get out. Keep trying, annoying fly. You'll either get out or you won't.
It's up to you.
I should be doing my washing.
I should be vacuuming.
I should be opening my mail.
I should be busy.
I should be doing all the things I should be doing ..
but I'm not.
I'm laying in my bed, thinking about the world and how far I've come and how every single thing that's ever happened in my life has led me to this exact moment. I feel whole and free, strong.
And maybe - just maybe
I wouldn't change a goddamn thing.