Life, Living of

I found a spiral-bound book of index cards sometime in 1983. This card was the first page in the book. It’s clear the writer didn’t follow his or her own advice, as the rest of the cards were blank, and the book was eventually discarded. I like to imagine a situation where the writer would be looking in the “L” section of his index card file, trying to find this card to remember what to do with his life.