the day i decided to do only creative and constructive things

i remember that day—it was 2010—i was living with my mom

i was struggling to write as my uncle was harassing me and my mom on facebook—i kept focusing on my uncle and his fearful inaccurate thoughts—and switching back and forth between that and writing—created churn within me

and then i was like

you know what?

fuck it (i said) today im only going to do creative and constructive things

like write (thats creative and constructive)

not like talk to my uncle (nothing creative or constructive there)

so that day (and almost every day since) ive been working only at projects (and working only with people) that require my creative and constructive selves

and since that day ive been (mostly) letting other things go (ignoring them—not participating with them)

life is short—i choose not to spend my time on projects or people or thinking or action that is not both creative and constructive

because of that choice my life is short on takers and manipulators and long on loving people and life-giving projects