Old Cat

Old Wildwood is resting on me.  As soon as I bring out the quilt in the evenings he usually appears.  I think he's gone deaf.  He's become so bony his ginger fur sticks out from his body in tufts like he's feathered instead of furred.  He doesn't move so well any more either, tending to keep his legs stiff.  It takes him a long tome to settle in.  He sits on my legs and draws heat from me, this old man cat.  He drops clumps of hair all over the house and yowls at night just to prove he's still alive.

I want to yowl like a cat too old roam,

proving that I still have voice enough to disturb

I want to shake things up

I want to make a change

Day 2  What's on my mind?

I wonder why I feel stuck

I wonder how long I'm going to live

I wonder why I'm not writing

I wonder why I give up on things

I want my sewing room to not be my sewing room anymore

I want something new

What's wrong with me?

I think I/m stupid

I have regrets that haunt me

I wonder about what's after this life

I want to believe in God

I want to surrender

I want to do work that interests me

I want to really not watch TV

I want to eat only healthy foods

I want to be loved

Bukowski

Changing my WWfaC small group

Being more effective at work

Living simply, really simply

Stop apologizing

Live my own life

Run away

Stop caring about what other people think

Write my book

Bring out what's inside

Let myself be smart

Finish what I start

Traveling 

Writing and drawing as self expression

Remembering my dreams

Letting loose

Letting go

Being myself

Loving this life and everything about it

Accepting this life and everything about it

Letting myself be imperfect

Loving my imperfections

Making friends with Jesus

Accomplishing what I came her to do

Stop playing it safe

Love life

Love everyone I meet

Love, love, love

Be my life

Live the moment

Feel the gratitude

Take a break