I’m delving into an archive of slides that I shot during a past lifetime, in Boston. Very interesting, to look back at this record of where I’ve been.
The other day we were talking about what we’d want if (when?) we won the lottery. I sad I’d want not to have to go to work any more. Ever since, I’ve been thinking about that, and realize that I fear facing that line – the admission that I can’t go to work any more. While I might never get to that point, I have a feeling that I am headed there. Slowly but surely.
I’ve already had to face the fact that I can’t cut down trees any more, and I’m working on the adjustments to my sense of self. But I fear having to face up to not being able to work.
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