ability to easily obtain what you want. some ppl call it being spoiled. or maybe it's being fortunate with a few teaspoons of luck. or, how about this - it's just the simple task to succeed for someone hardworking?
patience is a virtue. as much as i repeat the phrase, my lack of it shines brightly in my actions, thoughts, and discouragement.
combining these two ideas brings me to where i am now. frustration built on the possibility of collapse; i want results now. worry added to the uncertainty of the future and subtracted to my current confidence level. your bringing bread to the table rises, while my lonesome hopeful souffle falls.
as frank o'hara's poem describes through Mad Men, maybe in the end, or what feels like the end, i need to confess. first, a confession to myself about reality.
admittance to what is. fear of the unknown. and to not be afraid of either.
inspiration: interpretation of mad men season 2 finale and its AMAZING storytelling with deep, artistic writing
weekly update:
- thurs, 1/13 - dinner at mi cocina & greenville bars
- fri, 1/14 - dinner at babe's, movie (the dilemma)
- sun, 1/16 - dinner at king's noodle
- sat, 1/22 - zmonkey's bday house party
- wed, 1/26 - steph's welcome back dinner at genroku, tap house
