The funny thing is, I like to write. Why can't I write for my blog?
I feel pressure.
The pressure to be funny.
The pressure to be smart.
The pressure to be ironic, witty, unique.
O.K.I'll write something real.
Come into my garden. It is beautiful. It is contrived. It is natural. I am balancing. Relax into it. The smell. The color. The sound. Exist in the moment. It is scrumptious.
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