Thinking Ink

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Eighteen days away from a major life benchmark and I figure the best way to commemorate it is with ink. Lots of ink.

Any why not? A lot of people have ink. At lunch last week, a friend showed the new ink on the inside of her left wrist. Slick, I thought. Another friend showed her love for the rare and beautiful pastime of night swimming in a north woods lake with ink on her back.

But what’s my ink? Would it be a favorite pair of slutty heels?

Or maybe something more age-appropriate like canoeing serenity?

Or maybe the story of my working life – words on a keyboard.

Or maybe the moment of being startled and afraid and amazed – could that be good ink?

I have to admit to being stuck. It’s not so easy to slide into completely new territory without a lot of reflection and worry. But I have 18 days to figure it out – rivers of time.