I’m sitting in the newly designed Snow Park across from the gorgeous Lake Merritt. There’s a bunch of kids playing on the structure for a birthday celebration, pedestrians walking, a man walking around proselytizing about how great Oakland is, sunshine, breeze, birds flying around, fresh air.
Just finished a really good counseling session with Gina.
It feels nice to have the permission to be alone and enjoy life, without pressure to further, to produce, to deliver. No expectations. I feel a twinge of guilt writing that. Knowing the amount of suffering in the world, the tasks left undone, the friends who I’m not being with. Permission to be free of expectations. That is a radical act I am not used to.
Out of Darkness 