Pictures of my life, Part 2

Sometimes a sticker is just a sticker*

I’m working on quieting the noise inside my head otherwise known as obsession.
Who am I?
What is this?
Where did it all come from?
When did it start?
Why me?
How will I know the answer?
For a lifetime I’ve been amassing great files of questions and answers to someday assemble in a big book.
I doubt I’ll ever read it.

I’m learning to let it go. Piece by piece.
Everything I need to know I already do know.


*I’ve walked by this sticker two, three times a week for years. It’s on a light pole outside the local Trader Joe’s.
I laugh every time.

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