One Sentence a Day, January ‘22
January 1st 1:11 pm: It’s real…I’m beginning to feel the reality of it all.
January 2nd 11:56 am: I’m not bitter anymore — a little sugar goes a long way.
January 3rd 10:07 am: Forgive more than…I forget the rest; forgive more, that’s all.
January 4th 8:20 am: I’m free because I’m not afraid to make a fool of myself or appear as insane.
January 5th 9:37 am: I heard the birds chirping again; they never stopped, it was just I who stopped listening.
January 6th 10:51 am: Life is weird and messy, there’s no point in fighting it.
January 7th 1:48 pm: Poetry makes me feel at home more than just physically.
January 8th 7:17 pm: Mentally dancing in the rain, but when I open my eyes, I transport back to my shower.
January 9th 7:48 pm: We could’ve been so good together…maybe it’s foolish of me to think, but I believe we still could be.
January 10th 2:32 pm: Enough daydreaming, I must do what I need to.
January 11th 8:21 am: There’s nothing left for me here anymore, except memories I wish to forget; I can’t wait to meet myself, reborn, once more.
January 12th 9:59 am: Philippe Petit didn’t have a safety net and nor will I.
January 13th 9:54 am: Rocks are just really big pieces of sand.
January 14th 7:13 pm: Today is not the day, but I know the time will come; why rush?
January 15th 12:47 pm: Until you start cleaning do you realize how dirty you’ve allowed things to become.
January 16th 5:58 pm: The clouds have gone, but it’s still raining…in time will it truly stop, and I’ll see the sun for what it really is once more.
January 17th 9:10 pm: Where am I going…to think better thoughts.
January 18th 10:47 am: Keep going, please don’t drop anchor here.
January 19th 6:22 am: I feel as if I just awoke from a terribly deep sleep full of nightmare but I’m awake now, and everything seems so bright.
January 20th 11:23 am: I don’t understand cappuccinos.
January 21st 12:01 pm: It’s freeing, but very painful at the same time; I’m simply growing out of a place I no longer fit.
January 22nd 6:30 pm: I realized that I don’t like it here because people don’t dream here — well, they dream, but about obtaining bags of cash and other empty trivialities.
January 23rd 5:37 pm: What is sanity anyways?
January 24th 4:47 pm: People always tell me that I’m brave, but in reality, I just don’t feel anything really.
January 25th 7:27 pm: Waiting for a timer that I never set.
January 26th 7:52 pm: Reminder: Be humble even when the ego says to act otherwise.
January 27th 3:26 pm: There is no perfect mind — I often react/respond without even realizing I thought it first to begin with; we are all vulnerably imperfect…we are free.
January 28th 6:33 pm: Go to Starbucks, order this: Grande nitro cold brew in a venti cup with ice, sweet cream, with white mocha, and raspberry foam with three pumps in the foam — hope you love it as much as I do!
January 29th 9:45 am: I understand cappuccinos.
January 30th 4:40 pm: Bad case of the midday slumpies.
January 31st 1:53 pm: Today is the first day in about 5–6 years that I did not have a cup of coffee — fighting the urge, been thinking about it all day…
