February 7, 2003
She reminds me of my own words of wisdom about patience and goddammit, they weren’t bad. Pondering the difference between being patient until a particular end is achieved and being patient when no particular end is known. The latter a much greater challenge. Requires living mindfully, paying attention, trying to be truthful and not acting out of anxiety. Lightening up would be good, too. Enough with the hushed tones and existential moping. It was one year ago today that I first set foot in the Emerald City and there’s champagne and tiramisu in the fridge. I am my own Wizard.