It matters to be consistent

11.18.21 #KFO #thisisthenew.me #writing

Day 2.

The first rule of comeback club is get back to basics. You always want to strip it back down, and it doesn’t hurt to go in the woods, or get a place with no distraction.

Life doesn’t care if you get back to basics. Life isn’t really going to throw a cabin in the woods, or a chalet at you, unless you got the cash and time off for that.

Life isn’t a character though, if anything life is just the measure of your time you spent here.

life | līf |

noun (plural lives | līvz | )

1 the condition that distinguishes animals and plants from inorganic matter, including the capacity for growth, reproduction, functional activity, and continual change preceding death: the origins of life.

I know the definition thing is old hat, but bear with me, we are going back to basics.

First and foremost, my desire is to talk to myself, and then talk to you (“you” is officially no one, these days), and that is refreshing. As a child I had myself. Just me mostly. I was not a loner. I had friends, but most of my stimulation came from me, the relationships I did have gave me a break from me. Everyone needs a break from Paul, how much are you going to talk to yourself, or live in your imaginarium?

Wanting to make my second marriage work. Having ten years to be Ted Hughes to Jennifer’s serviceable Sylvia Plath was an effort for both she and I. Public relationships are a good show, but ultimately messy. We knew no better, we were young. I hope we grow to both forgive each other and our perceived wrongs and truly the wrongs we did inflict on each other. No one comes out of a failed marriage clean.

This isn’t what I meant to write, but I’m glad I did.