I carry a lot of baggage.
No matter how old we
get...wisdom comes through
trial and error. Mostly error.
And no matter how hard we try...
we cannot escape our family.
I find I am getting a little more
eccentric...like my great aunts...
I fight it...but as much as I try to
get rid of my baggage...my stuff...
it seems to multiply.
My studio was so messy friday...you
couldn't see a counter or the floor.
It took me 8 hours to clean.
I almost cried at one point...looking
at all the stuff...I can't get rid of.
That is the billion dollar question.
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