Generally, I put all of my eggs into a basket at once, and then swing it to and fro and all about and pick up the gooey remains that slather through the wicker seams when it comes to counting my chickens before they hatch. I most always count them, and then bang my basket about, incidentally destroying the chicken figure I originally settled upon. Let's just say, I'm rubbish at calculating outcomes, my estimations are always far flung, and my dreams escalate just as profoundly. I wrest a ridiculous amount of dependence on these presumptuous outcomes and then still have the nerve to be dissatisfied when I overshoot. I suppose it's better than never dreaming, but spinning out futures gets a bit predictable after a while, especially since the outcome is generally far less than the descried future I formed.
Weaving futures isn't really my thing, it's just so damned difficult what with the tapestry being larger than life itself. Fighting the urge to pick at the threads and weave new patterns.
Patch-working,
M
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