Jubilee, or Jubi Lee (Korean Man)

I write these musings to clear my brain.

It was, for quite a long time, perhaps still is, cluttered and messy.

Like an old(ish) attic.

Full of dusty memories.

Long forgotten ideas.

And opinions bottled up to ferment like a good kimchi.

Or booch.

You know, kombucha?

Booch is a fun word to say.

Booch.

Tee hee.

I've gone in this attic many times since I started this thing.

Bringing things out into the daylight.

Cleaning and clearing up a bit.

Releasing them out into the wild.

Freeing them.

It occurs to me that I have started to repeat myself in these rambles.

That I have multiples of things I treasure.

Redundancies cubed.

3 is 1...

As one should.

As four should.

That I hammer home certain points.

Over and over.

Pounding 'em.

When I don't know what I'm going to write about (which happens to be the majority of the time), I tend to ramble.

Then I read it and think, "Hmm, I wrote about this before."

I suppose that's the point of iterating.

Viewpoint.

Refine.

Repeat.

Improve.

I have good days and bad days now.

As we all do.

My bads suck, but they aren't all bad.

There are always golden linings.

Not all bad.

A lot of good.

Just like me.

And hopefully, you, too.

What does this make possible?

Thank you for coming to my attic.

Why are you in my attic?

I hope you find what you're looking for.

I know I have.