Time is an Alan Jackson concert ⏰
Will the dryer still be broken
a month from now? This
would be the first question
I’d ask my future self.
But it’s easier to take advice
from our past self, despite
her questionable instincts
and bad taste in beer.Because time pushes you forward,
like a crowd of people leaving that last concert
you attended before the pandemic. (Alan Jackson)
Time is chaos, and it’s sticky on the soles of your shoes.
And perhaps it smells a bit like popcorn.
Take it all in while time hurries you along
towards the exit,
toward the open night sky.
Today is my birthday! To celebrate, Notes to Self 2.0 is back in my inbox—and yours, too. You can expect it every weekday, with an occasional hiatus like they do on late night talk shows. Stick around if you want to hear something short and sweet from me each day!