"You can't tell her nothin' she don't know"

I don't know how to process this place I'm in. Outside looking in on my own world. Everything happens so fast, just to end all the more quickly. Coming and going, in and out the door, up and down the stairs, the street, the line.

I have been in a Jason Isbell, Ray LaMontagne, and Iron & Wine music mood lately. I feel like digging at my southern roots. Lynyrd Skynyrd will probably be next. It's the kind of sound that reminds me of the dirt beneath my fingernails and makes me feel strangely human. I don't think it's a good place to stay, but it's a nice place to visit every once in a while.

We hide behind things, don't we. I think our most vulnerable moments are those of self-realization. When we realize we're not everything we thought we were, or we're more than we ever dared to believe. It's very easy for me to run, and not so simple for me to stay. I've been having a great many of those kind of awkward growing moments lately. To understand that we can stop things before they start, before they go too far. That all the intentions and words a man or a woman can make in their heads and spill from their hearts doesn't mean a whole lot. That there's action first and words second, there's an art to that and power in it. I am learning to master that. In all the black and white, it comes down to a whole lot of black and white just makes a whole lot more gray. There's choices without right and wrong, without better or worse.

One choice at a time.