Dying is a permission. Even is perhaps dying however damned properly hope not. Sure, I’ve been caring for the necessaries. Simply exchanged some texts with an expensive buddy who’s an lawyer and who’s drafting a doc that shall specify the place I’d like my physique to go. Her final textual content requested about who’s to obtain my cremains. It’s all that informal.
That’s the heavy stuff. On a lighter notice I’m shopping for the higher bottle of wine. Mendacity out within the solar, as a result of Vitamin D is sweet for you and fuck wrinkles–not my downside. Time to–as somebody as soon as stated–get the great china out.
Dying is about letting go. And I’m–on so many ranges. I’ve began going by my closet, and something I don’t love is being donated. How liberating is that? And the way ironic that the expectation of a few years forward wasn’t all of the permission I wanted.
That’s life, I suppose. Studying is coming at an accelerated tempo today. Typically I really feel it is a little bit of a joke–the cosmic irony that I ought to determine a lot out now, on the finish. Different days I feel properly what if I do go on residing, with my affairs so as and my literal load lightened.
How very liberating.
How very.
xo