When my mom and I drive through towns we always wonder:
"What do the people DO here?"
I am starting to wonder that about myself. What is life really made of? Do my quote-unquote accomplishments matter? Does anyone notice if I wash the dishes?
I know I think too much.
I've noticed, thanks. But seriously, moment after moment after moment. This is life. Just stringing the bits together.
Here I am, now on the East Side of Providence, still asking the same questions. Still trying to figure out what the heck I am doing.
This morning's answer sponsored by Emerging Energy Acupuncture: I am off to make banana bread.
