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?
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.