I've made a decision today. I'm going to close my post office box. I opened it over a year ago when I didn't feel safe ... when I felt like I needed to keep things locked down. Everything has changed in the last year. I feel safe and happy ... very happy, in fact. And frankly? I'm tired of making side trips to the post office to pick up bills.
Slowly but surely I've been moving things back to the house ... a utility bill here ... a magazine there. I've noticed that it's gotten harder and harder to make myself run by the postal stop. Last year I went every day ... usually at lunch. Now it's a chore to make the drive and I only go maybe twice a week. By the time I stop in, my mailbox is stuffed with weekly flyers and coupons and insurance notices. It just feels like it's time ... time to shut it down.
I'm hoping this is a sign that I'm following my best friend's advice to "fix it" ... that I'm letting go of all that anxiety and worry ... that I can take things a day at a time and enjoy myself. After all ... the present ... is pretty damned awesome ...
And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin' ta fuck with
Straight from the motherfucking slums that's busted
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin' ta fuck with
Wu-Tang Clan - Ain't Nuttin' Ya Fuck With
Wu-Tang Clan - Ain't Nuttin' Ya Fuck With
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