When the moment arrives, how do I meet the moment?
It's a powder day, and also I am tired. Both of those things are true. How do these truths intersect?
You and I are having a conversation. We are talking about important stuff. I am carrying with me the idea that later, I am going to write for a couple of hours. Do I have another beer, or not?
I was at a festival once when a man, deeply tripping, swung by on a current of energy and cried out, "Going with the flow is for dead fish! We have to steer this thing!"
I have committed my life to flow. So do I agree with him, or not?
These moments: which is the flow, and which is the distraction? Which direction guides me toward the truth of myself, and which moves me away?