My fond first memories hearken back to my carefree zygote days. What times those were; talk about potential! It was an era of no regrets, no apologies, no baggage.
An actual junk drawer in my actual kitchen.
I’ve managed to complicate things a bit since then. For instance, there’s a drawer in my kitchen that is absolutely out of control. I don’t use much of what it holds; I don’t even like a lot of it, but there it is,
That’s not to say that my life is like this drawer- cluttered and useless- just that things don’t always turn out as expected.
True, my life is stuffed with all manner of…stuff: some acquired through diligence and passion, some quite unwanted, and some put there by others. There have been occasions, though, where I think I have put my life to an acceptably good use.
I’m not sure where this post is going…
More to come…