Inspiration Is Free

I decided I feel different. Overwhelmed, or unadjusted to this new schedule, this new me.

And the difference between last night and tonight: I didn’t have to wash my hair. No, no smoke smell to contend with. The noise, the pretense, the plastic conversations that last as long as a bottle of beer--theirs, I quit--it gets old.

Trade highway for the skyway, 6 sticks of best-sellers for dinner, black vanilla tea, inspiration, all free. This is my yoga for today.

I took a nap, and photos that I hoped would come out good, well, didn’t.

It’s okay.

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