Countdown to lift off is in 32 days. That’s not much. I’m starting to break out in sweats at random moments when I think about the course I’ve set myself on. It’s not too late to back out. Nothing is permanent.
I sat down with a box of picture frames last night. Pulling pictures of my old life out of frames that denoted the importance of the memory. Then I had a pile for empty frames to keep or throw away, and a stack of pictures to trash. It sucks when you look at these piles and think – so this is what my life amounts to.
Better to do this now rather than later. So depressing and boring and yet so necessary. For the next 32 days I’ll be slowly sorting through parts of a life that seems so far away – I either dreamed it or hallucinated it.
All I have to say about that is… Thank god I woke up.
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