2B PENCIL

I flew home for Christmas this year. 

I had missed too many. 

…Covid, Blizzards. 

I was not going to miss this one. 

I am now on the plane, it is all over.

I am heading back to my place.

It was hard to leave. 

My emotions were a little raw. 

I could feel tears welling up as my sister drove up to the departures at the airport. 

I recovered quickly. 

I was given a nice gift. 

Stacey. 

She is asleep to my right. 

Haha, I think I exhausted her. 

We hit it off immediately. 

She is smart and says very astute things quickly. 

She is also an artist – album covers. 

How cool is that? 

We talked about our projects, and things we are working on. 

There is one thing she said that resonated. 

She talked about how she would delay starting a project because she thought she needed something. 

She described it as an unnecessary delay tactic. 

Something she felt was necessary before she could start. 

In her case, I need a certain paintbrush, or I need a ‘2B Pencil.’ 

But she said, ‘I don’t need it, and I never did.’ 

Your bike is fine as it is. 

It was fine yesterday, it is fine today, and it will be fine tomorrow. 

‘2B PENCIL’ 

Insert check mark emoji here. 

‘There is another way to ride.’ 

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