on saturdays, i usually wake up grumpy and cloudy and still full of the debris of the week behind me. i go to the farmers market, which is like yoga or running for other people. i think i don't want to go, i think i just want to stay in bed but i know once i get there, i'll be happy i did.this morning i woke up and didn't fight my natural tendency to wake up early; i got up and i see the week behind full of possibility just like the weeks ahead...
i'm still going to the farmers market.
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even though those flowers have seen better days, this picture still strikes me as optimistic.
there is something about living upstairs without a real porch up here that makes me feel like i live in an attic already, but it's not wretched. so it is not a garret. it really is quite happy. i just want to see more of the flowers somedays. . . .
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