I Care About Reading, A Lot. It's

All Of The Things I Used To Obsess Over, I'm No Longer As Obsessed With. I Have New Concerns But They're A Little More Existential Or Cosmic.

One Man's Uplift Is Another Man's Sentimental Hooey.

It's Not Our Job To Play Judge And Jury, To Determine Who Is Worthy Of Our Kindness And Who Is Not. We Just Need To Be Kind, Unconditionally And Without Ulterior Motive, Even - Or Rather, Especially - When We'd Prefer Not To Be.

I Sometimes Don't Know What I'm Writing When I Start Writing It, On Some Level.

Here's The Problem: I Don't Like Who I've Become When My Iphone Is Within Reach. I Find Myself Checking E-mails And Responding To Texts Throughout The Day With Some Kind Of Pavlovian Ferocity - It's Not A Conscious Act, But A Reflexive One.