Day 11,196

by practicalspactical

Today. A Warm Friday in February. As fateful as 9203? The twisting turnings of the dark wood path. 

I remember once, writing about a warm February, and a car ride home with my father, back to Penn, in the shadow of the shadow of death, talking about selling out, and going to law school.

Doomed, perhaps. 

Not doomed. 

Do something else.

Live authentically.