Kindness/compassion

No excuses.

I haven’t shown up.

(It’s not the time to explain; in time, I might.)

The rubric isn’t for effect (these subjects are too well-worn). I’m serious!

I don’t see it; if I do, it’s liminal . . . at best.

I’m no angel — more an apostate — but I try.

Age has mellowed me. Not too much that I’m still not triggered by jerks and bullies. I’m better than I was.

I’m challenged by this world; no more so than when we believe we’re the Crown of Creation. It’ll pass.

Right now, I’m stuck doing work — and I no longer recognise myself in it. I’d love to escape but it might be final. Shocking? Yes, a little, but no one will miss me — perhaps in the early days, but give it a few years, and I’ll be a party piece — no more.

I’m reading poetry — lots of Ted Hughes and Bukowski; and I’m no longer driven on by the need to build something. A nice, quiet life is fine.

I’m not sure if writing on Substack is what I’m drawn to but I will keep my account. Much like I keep my X account which looks like a sh*tfest.

Sorry if I’ve let you down; I won’t be offended if you ditch me.

Anyhow, enjoy your evening.

Much love, Ju.

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