The Moon and Venus. ‘ said.

Mamba.

Trying to figure out if I’m just getting older or if the oncoming headlights have gotten brighter these days.  Like everything(s), suppose it’s both.

 

Lot(s) lately, it’s feeling like lot(s) of choices.  Too many choices boggin’ me.  Realize most of these I put directly in my own way.  It’s hard to get out the way of the choice barrage and if I had to percent-i-fy the whole thing it would go:

85% don’t matter

5% does

5% are choices I don’t even know are choices

3% are fun/pretend choices

2% for error

 

I’m one hundred percent sure I have more choice than half of me uses.  Branches are beautiful but sometimes overwhelming.