"Where are you going?" the woman asks incredulously to the boy toddling around the library stacks. As with any disembodied voice, it speaks directly to me. Where am I going? A question to shadow the young, to patronize the grown. This past month I have been less than fully employed (dog sitting and dog walking do not quite ends meet make), and it has been a mess of feeling. It is a tangled path surely. This month has felt like two at least, time being an endless ribbon, long and leading over and under itself. But within this multitudinous month, I have found freedom. Though there is twice the worry when money has not been settled, whenever I have found myself in my home office without all the things that count as busy, I have begun to learn the steps of running a business full time. Its baseline melody. Its stirring of limbs.
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