My Forty Days in the Wilderness.

I needed a break from it all. It was becoming stale. Predictable. Pornographic. Somewhere along the way I lost my voice. My purpose. But I have many voices. Many facets. But in the end I can only please myself. Anything else is not genuine. The only promise I will make is that I’ll write today. Today is really the only reality we have when you think about it.

I needed a break from it all. It was becoming stale. Predictable. Pornographic. Somewhere along the way I lost my voice. My purpose. But I have many voices. Many facets. But in the end I can only please myself. Anything else is not genuine. The only promise I will make is that I’ll write today. Today is really the only reality we have when you think about it.

First I have to do my morning meditations. Then I have to do Pilates. The more I push back Pilates, the less likely it will get done. Friday is Yoga. Monday is Yoga class. I wish there were more classes. I talked to the guy last night and he said he wants to have more. I don’t see it happening though. He’d need both a morning and an evening class. And he already has two other classes to teach. Too bad I don’t live in a larger town. 

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