In my last Letter to Friends, I typed about creating books, “When I am independent it will be easier. Want to waste as awfully small amount of time as politically possible to host you at a celebration party for that.” My dad asked what I meant by “politically possible.” I replied, “What people working together agree is possible.” Dad asked if they have to see it is possible or do I have to see it is possible to type independently. I typed, “What I can agree, but showing it in the world requires agreement.”
Dad asked if this is what’s actually happening or is this my story about it. It is my story. Then I typed, it’s “tough in reality. Saving touch to sweeten relationships is enjoyable. Awfully hard to give that up and move to a saved level of isolation again.” That’s an interesting observation that I just discovered. Part of me is not fully committed.