Another Life
I've been trying to write this post for a while. It's been hard to articulate. I have images and feelings. No music. No words. The offer came mid-May. 2023. I changed my mind eight times (at least) in one whole week. In the end, I felt ill. I called the offer - maker , accepted, then told my boss before I could change my mind. Again. Yes. I quit my job. I sold, donated, then tossed almost all my stuff -- including the new couch, hardly five months used. My car's load looked like sediment layers, my most cherished belongings stacked to geologic time. I promptly lost all sense of order. And I'm still finding things... now... in weird places. It's like my car's alive, and angry, regurgitating an experience it had no control over. A pair of scissors show up in my trunk. Where'd those come from? Then I remember buying them on Amazon, in my before life. Before I left Jackson. Before I quit my job. Before I even bought that...