I still wonder who I will be when I grow up. Being 61, I have had several conversations with many who have the same question. Here we all are, doing some version of daily writing, or painting, or thinking and tossing it out into the world to see what comes back. Sometimes something does. Sometimes not. Here we all are, figuring out the next thing.
When I write
The next thing
Send it out into the world
Blog
Email
It does not matter
How many
How much
Who reads it.
I do not have
A publisher
To please,
To determine whether
The audience
Is large enough
For a run of 100.
I write for a run
Of one
Maybe two.
This
Is the next thing.
It is a reminder
To myself.
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