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bit of a mull... ~ August 16, 2006 - 10:09 p.m. too exhausted to write, but I'm writing anyway... because I'm realizing how deeply important it is for me to stay in the flow of words. I don't have to write well, I don't have to write beautifully, I just need to write. if I keep writing this, here, the rest will continue to come. I've been working this really funny gig. my summer, here and now, is all about gig work. I quit a mildly cushy cubicle job that sustained me through the long wet winter in order to throw it all together my own way. and so I am. music festivals and odd jobs and gigs like this really funny one I'm doing now: supermarket samples. I mean, more or less. I'm passing out samples of yummy organic food bars about which I have absolutely nothing bad to say, and I'm being paid *really* well to do it. on the down side, it means I spend all day in one of those big-box warehouse stores where things are sold by the pallet and there is no time. on the plus side, I got a dear sister from the tribe into it with me, and so she and I have been decompressing from phoenix fire while we pass out yummy organic snack bar samples. I wonder, truly, about the snatches of conversation customers overhear. things like: well, they've never really been alchemists to begin with. I'm thinking about directions a lot right now, as I'm at a bit of a crossroads. in the fall, there's several directions my adventures can take me, and just now I'm a bit too wiped to really feel like I have a handle on which choices are calling me. but it's a somewhat time-sensitive matter, and so I force myself to mull, at least a bit. I don't force myself to action, though. not now, not yet, not this tired. tonight is for a bit of a mull, and the shortest path to my bed. good enough for now, until tomorrow.
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