561 each day is a gift


Guys, my world is disappearing. Drawer by drawer, cabinet by cabinet, goodbye after goodbye. The things I know are shrinking, the familiar routines and actions shrunk down to the bare minimum, and tomorrow, or maybe the day after, those are going, too.



In the middle of it all, I take a moment to acknowledge: this too is abundance. There are plenty, plenty of people who are suffering through the housing shortage in much more difficult ways. My heart goes out to all of us. 


All of us caught up in the grind of capitalism. Whether we're chasing after some consumer fulfillment that will never come, or desperately avoiding getting crunched under the 18" alloy wheels of their striver-mobiles.


At a moment like this, it's fun to look for the big takeaways. What have I really gathered in my San Francisco experience? In my life experience?


This city showed me it's possible to live without a car. Even in America. Not just possible, it's awesome. The amount of stress that goes away not having a vehicle is unfathomable to most drivers. 


This city taught me, a little bit, how to be a decent white dude. How to listen, how to recognize when I'm being a classic white dude, when to shut up and follow someone else's lead. Yo, I'm an Aries, so some of that brash leader shit is never going away, but I'm also a Pisces rising, learning to go with the flow.


Yes, this city taught me astrology. But more than that, it taught me to question the narrative. To be open to other possibilities, the ones not slung by the media, our school books, our nationalist propaganda.

It hasn't all been perfect, but each day has been a gift.

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