breaking up with a past reality is hard to do ... my ode to neal sedaka in 100 words.

Today was an exercise in patience, cooking and moving on. I realized quite a bit when I was making my chicken soup. I have been full of bad mistakes. Nothing really severe, but more… disheartening. I will get over it and move on, but I realized that I have spent 10 years or so in this little stasis and its gotten really very comfortable. And that isn’t productive.

I cook the same things. Wear the same things. Say the same things. Write the same things. Time to shake things up a little bit.

I need to wake up my soul.