the beginning

D'you remember when I said I was going to be a crazy-cat-lady someday?
Of course you do! Because I never stopped saying it.

I could just see myself at 60, surrounded by around 17 cats in various states of disinterested condescension, just sitting and lying about, in a smelly old house, while I huddle in a rocking chair and cackle madly.
Aah! that's the life. not!

And now, to my helpless horror and indignation, I've laid ze feline foundation!
I now have not one, but TWO cats!
Yes, just let that sink in for a moment.

Two damn kittens destroying everything,  snapping at my heels, following me everywhere...
*sigh*
This is the beginning of the end, my friends.

for those who leave

What keeps you sane, can't set you free.
At best it can help you live, ease your mind, keep you comfortable.
But it doesn't let the open road unfurl before you and let you take off.

It's only when you take that plunge, that first dive, ride, puff, swig, drag or leap of faith, that you can feel truly alive, completely free.
When your facades, diplomacy and secrecy fall away like tired props, and your mind opens up to dizzyingly new things, then you're free.

We overcomplicate, overthink, overestimate, override, overreach... but underneath it all we are just the sum total of all the things we'll never talk about.
It could be so much simpler if we could just let it.