Another saddish day here in The New City, soon to be the Last City. Honestly, I'm starting to lose track of where I am, exactly. I feel invisible some of the time, like I'm not Making A Difference. I know this isn't the case but I enjoy feeling sorry for myself. Most of us have a tendency to take others for granted. I do it to you and you do it to me. I don't mean to do it but I'm just so wrapped up in myself that I can't help it.
My buddy with 50 years was called on to speak this morning. He passed with this bon mot: "I've been talking to myself in my own head so much that I'm sick of hearing from me."
A guy I know from the meeting stopped his car this morning, yelled out how much he's going to miss me. Another guy - scary looking dude- never heard him share, came over after the meeting and said how much he has enjoyed what I've had to say. I don't know his name. This stuff meant a lot to me. I never know when I'm making a difference.
I spoke on the phone tonight to Little Westside Johnny who reminded me how nice it's going to be once I land in Vacation City. I needed to hear that. I've been spending way too much time concentrating on what I'm going to miss and the stress of the move. I forget to be happy.
The mouse does not exist.
The mouse does not exist.
The mouse does not exist.
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