always say thank you to the bus driver and the crossing guard and the cashier this is crucial
I notice that Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.
I’m lost in a transition. The old is dead, and I don’t know what the new is. The only way to find the new is to start different things and see if there’s something that can come out of experimentation. It’s somewhat unsettling, but it’s a hopeful thing in a way. I’ve been here before, lots of times.