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Met him in Dolores Park where I had taken Psy to the playground. He was an older Latin guy with a bit of an accent. He said, "You have only one responsibility in your life. Feed your baby. That is all you have to do, feed your child". The only thing in the universe, feed my kid. Sounded good to me. Now that was an idea, and I decided to follow his advice. If I have nothing else to do - wow that's freedom. Doesn't seem all that difficult. Seems like that would leave a lot of free time. And I split it with Sonoma. I don't have to do anything. Make a little money, pay the rent, buy some food. Not much really. All the rest is empty space. What does it matter? Nada. I have one responsibility, and that to my son - only one thing to be responsible for. Responsible for the world? It had occurred to me. But first things first. I must be responsible for myself before I could be responsible for the world.
I converted to accepting limits. The rationale changed. I am what I am - accept it. If I was not going to use the ticket out - make the most of it. The house would get sold and I would move back up to Winfield Street, into my old room with Sonoma and Psy. She was not going to let me use the living room as a work studio the way I had before. The pottery shop was the pottery shop and I was not going to paint down there, so had to give it up. It was back to ceramics. And compared to painting that was limitation.
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