Into the wild

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in parts
It's beautiful that way
That way a cabin with cold hardened oak is beautiful, creaking as it warms
We are all warming
With each heave
The veiny networks that move our chests
Up
And down
Up
And down.
We are all passengers
In parts
Leaving,
Going home
And those who are halfway through that first step
The one that you take into perfect packing snow
Outside, on an owl moon,
The sounds it makes
All of that creaking
That one step.
As the snow
Slowly packs together.
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Where's your edge at?

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I've realized (many times) that I'm happier when I'm outgoing. Here's an example:

Today at work, I walked in, up the stairs, past people I didn't know, without saying anything, and sat at my desk. Sitting there, I thought "hey, maybe you (I) should say something." And then I thought "maybe one day you'll be glad you met that person." And then I never said anything, and kept working on a caption or something. 

I used to make a living talking to everyone in my classes at school. My teachers constantly got after me for it, but I learned I was happiest when I was in the middle of a conversation about surfing (I.e. whatever), or making some stupid ten cent joke about a something we had in common. I made some really great friends that way (ps. that's how I met Jamie. We were in Ms McAdam's math class in middle school and somehow I found out he could draw Homer Simpson. That's all it took). You know, when my friends from my ward and I would compare class schedules and we never had the same classes, I was bummed out, but it ended up being a really good thing for me. Hindsight really is clear. I'm grateful for those chances. 

So today, hours later, after eating my first $0.30 bag of chips for the day, I said hey to the guys working downstairs. And you know what, I felt a lot better in my own skin.

"This above all: to thine own self be true"
And I guess I'm relearning what I already knew: I live for this kind of stuff.

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Poetry’s highest purpose is to provide a unique sensation of coordination between the intelligence, emotions and the body. It’s one of the most fundamental pleasures a person can experience.
- Robert Pinsky
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rooms

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When you totally rearrange your room, your confidence in control goes all the way up. You own every square inch: what you choose to organize neatly in the closet vs what you choose to white bag and give to DI. Then, at the end of that day, which you spent changing, you go to sleep in it (your room). You wake up, do everything else the same, except through this new foundational lens. 

the world, at the end of the day, is processed in your newly rearranged space. You unwind in a slightly different way. And it feels new. You could have moved to the other end of town. 
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Good

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Know your value
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