I never worry. Have never worried. Ever. I’ve been scared. Racing ‘cross on ice scares me. Shit like that. The element of surprise can make my heart beat faster. But mostly maybe only from something on the big screen. Otherwise I’m unflappable. Hardwired to be. Even when something concerns me – to the point of obsessing, or second guessing – worry never enters the conversation. I have what I have. All I need. When something goes sideways. If it does. There’s always light. Even when there’s not. When you can’t see it. It’s still there. It’s always there.
All This By Hand
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