grinding down butts

and growing beyond ifs

Ahhh… the magical game of ‘if’…

You know it.

You play this game of countermeasures and contingency planning all the time.

Ifthishappensthenill

Worlds unfurl in your head without a break.

THENIFTHATHAPPENS?thenill

One past favorite was ifonlythereweretenofmeid

If only there were ten of me I’d dedicate myself to maskmaking

If only there were ten of me I’d take the time to proofread

If only there were ten of me I’d be riding my bike right meow, ditto surfing, ditto anything but writing

I love to imagine all of the intricate places my spirit and curiosity could play if only I had multiple lives.

It seems so much fun.

I’d only need nine moeore - a cats worth.

I’m not being greedy or anything.

I’m not asking for infinite.

But knowing myself?

They’d all struggle.

They’d all hit highs and lows.

They’d all be me.

They’d all think of ten more things

Farts and all.

And those fantasies about having time to do all the things?

I would have the same amount of time and a hundred more stupid ideas.

I’d do all the thing…