Inferred Answers

I am guilty of inferring questions when I talk to people..which makes me guilty of monologues and
offering answers to questions that may never have occurred to them

Larger Margin for Imperfection

I hate myself when I am unable to slough off  the comments of  other people instantly....giving myself a larger margin for imperfection would be a form of self-kindness

Street Signs

I have been taking daily walks in my new neighborhood.  I have started to see street signs that represent my thoughts.

A street named Stoneybrook..the town of  my Aunt..she was a significant person in my life ..I have been thinking of her a lot.

A street named Glendale..the avenue of my childhood home.. I had been flooded with memories of
my youth ..when my parents were healthy..

I have been requesting people speak plainly with me ..today, I found Plain street

Cereal Bowl Of Noodles

Eating in a food court can test my food resistance..seeing the food taints my self-control.. When the

hourly worker offers me a buttered roll or a cereal bowl of noodles..I must take a moment to ponder how I want to spend my calories and money.

Rush of Air

Riding the train to Boston is one of my favorite parts of the day.  I purposely go without my computer.   Going teck-free enables me to take in the whole  raw experience..

the sounds of shoes..the colors and shapes framed by the window...the rush of air when stepping off
the train

Everyday

I must extract the good things in my life..how I am lucky...when I am grateful ..everyday ..

To able to keep going

Turn Key

A driver picked me up from the train station..he was a stranger and I was only a fare..

He drove me to my residence..he waited in the driveway until he saw the crack of the door to house
open ...