today it seems like it is safer to hang out here
today it seems like getting outside is too adventurous
today it seems like the work i do is not enough
today it seems like all the synchronicities and generosity of yesterday have shimmered far into the distance
today it seems like the gift of an author/artist/poet any creative into the world ...
is enough to ameliorate all that other stuff,
which means that if i continue to listen to the whispers about my work, i continue to follow through and if i push through the doubt and the fear i can maybe
ameliorate all that other stuff for someone else