This tastes like paint
There's something about Fall that's nice. The smell of the leaves, or the bite of the cold, or the taste of a hot chai while the wind chaps your face.
I don't update more because I don't have more to say. Work is the same. I will leave soon, I think. I don't know. If I leave this job, do I leave Chicago? Fly to somewhere that is different or new or without people I know or without a job? I did that here. It was a hard few months.
The truth is that I need to work more on the things I care about and let those grow so I can feel some sprinkling of the thing we called fruitfulness.
Bear fruit. Bears eat honey. Honey is not a fruit.
Move the earth.
I don't update more because I don't have more to say. Work is the same. I will leave soon, I think. I don't know. If I leave this job, do I leave Chicago? Fly to somewhere that is different or new or without people I know or without a job? I did that here. It was a hard few months.
The truth is that I need to work more on the things I care about and let those grow so I can feel some sprinkling of the thing we called fruitfulness.
Bear fruit. Bears eat honey. Honey is not a fruit.
Move the earth.