Mooving on

Change happens. its challenging to look at my uh, crap. papers, books, clothes to give away. where did it all come from? its a good feeling to organize, consolidate, make piles. Now can someone please take it away where its not going to be in a landfill. I'm exhausted. what a lesson in trust and not to freak out. My mantra is a place is being prepared for me. Its out there, and I'm determined its not in Berkeley funny that it got written as in Berkeley the orgininal time. what's up with that? some plan to keep me here?