Nov 29, 2022 • 1M
A Poem I Wrote In The Middle Of The Night
The moon was my desk lamp
A quest to uncover what shifts, when we shift our attention
A number of times since beginning this newsletter, I’ve shared some stream of conscious poem-y thoughts typed with my thumbs late at night, as the moon shines through the skylight above my bed. Here’s what I wrote last night.
One of the best things I did for myself this year
was decide to never think this thought:
When the cancer goes away, I’ll start my life.
This is my life. I’m not waiting
for anything to be different to live.
I’m not waiting to feel great, to be great.