Under a tree

by a vineyard and I realize the terror of indecisiveness needn’t anymore continue.  I know where I’m going, and I need to more and more remind myself that each moment is a standalone piece.  A story.  A subject.  A universe.  There’s always material.  

What do you see, right now in front of you?

That’s a subject.

What did you do last night?

Write about it.

Where do you want to go, travel… what do you want to see?

Go get it.

Indecisiveness is self-deception, and toxic.

Just move.