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L: -6.25 R: -5.00 that is my prescription

I have so many thoughts.

As a creative of many pursuits, I float in the nebulous space of whimsical wonder and looming doom.

Yesterday, I tripped over my roommate’s dog and caught my fall with my painterly wrist. Basically, I put my entire definition as an artist human on the line in that split moment. I felt very brave and courageous after I laid in a fetal position on my kitchen floor. Perhaps it is my mild concussion that inspires the revival of the whimsical wonder part of my floating adventures.

This is a page of my archeological index from my super secret private journal I’m posting on the internet

I have so many opinions. Then, they overflow and plague my mind into a falsehood of having no substantial opinion—my biggest fear.

WARNING: I state my biggest fear with bitterness for unsolicited advice.

Despite my abundance of opinions, I’ve often found difficulty to stick to them. Aside from core values, opinions, through my fluctuating identities, eras, names and the shade of my eyebrows, fluctuate too.

Pistachio Poppy Seed Orange Yogurt Bread crime scene and i am not the same person i was a day ago

I pine over the versions of myself that have navigated this life thus far. These versions fluctuate, morph, grow, nurture and distress over the span of years down to just a few days.

I think of myself as a little girl trying to make sense of a new world, and I think of myself a week ago trying to navigate my intergenerational cultural conflicts while baking pistachio bread.

The origin of our opinions is unknown and unknowable. So I like things because I like them, I do not like things because I probably see myself in them, and I cry for things because they do magical things for me. This total transparency of self exposure is utterly frightening, and I will continue to add onto it for the rest of my life, because that is my voice.

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