Really feel like I ought to write right now so just going to do that, informal like

“Throw it away” as the saying goes in theatre and comedy.

I love these junky old tenny shoes I’ve had for like a decade.

I’m running errands, and I just did morning pages for the first time in quite some time. Found myself sobbing into the notebook, and I found myself grateful for the sobbing, too. There is nothing like a grief orgasm to feel like you’ve processed some seemingly unreconcileable amount of pain t…