Tired, but can't seem to sleep. I'm about 4 days off tobacco, and the insomnia is starting to hit pretty hard. I decided to do something with it.

I didn't walk far... especially compared to the long 3am meanders down by the rail yard back when I lived in Junction. The fog is in tonight, but looming overhead: some scattered fingers drag along the asphalt and attendant plants. The moon is nearly new, and the dark is heavy and wet on the road. I caught a chill and sat with it for a while on the steps between Western and Alliance, then wandered back home. I had more thinking to do, but slowly this time. I'm working on slowing things down, turning them over, setting them down, then coming back to them. No reason to rush. Better to sit with things a while - process and reflect with mindfulness and purpose.

I'm done with my degree.
I'm working on love and discipline (counterbalanced with a healthy dose of hedonism).
I'm optimistic on all fronts.
I'm skeptical of all the egocentrism I've been storing up, but not dismissive of it.
I've made some intense connections recently; I'm feeling like more are on the way.
I'm grateful for getting this far.