Stream of Thought

Ebbs And Flows

Our hours are all over the map.

I still have trouble trying to not judge this.

Vestigial remnants of a prior life where fitting in meant you matched everyone else’s schedules still call to me.

Why do I keep feeling that pull – as if I am missing out on something?

Chasing this feeling never got me anywhere.

I find my life in its own right timing

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