When life gets soggy, dry out. And when your basement floods, get a shop vac.
The thing about the hot water heater breaking in the middle of the night, is that all of a sudden you have to move your shit. And the degree to which we face it can vary. How big is the lens I choose to look through? How much am I willing to clean up, look at, deal with. And then how accepting can I be if I choose to let it be?
Wwjls?
What would John Lennon say? And how much shit did he have? And could he pay people to look at it for him?
Or maybe he really was cool with it all. Hmmmm...
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