Workhorses and Dictators

I made a jump today. And I’m not afraid. I was, but I’m not anymore. I won’t be fearful for the rest of my life.

I don’t go for all that bullshit internet preaching that if it’s meant for you, it won’t pass you up. If it’s meant to be, it will be. What you deserve will come to you…bullshit. Even those saps who won the Publisher’s Clearing House sitting on their ass back in the day, still entered the contest. Continue reading “Workhorses and Dictators”

Hope n’ Turtles

I’m delighted! All the Astras, Cone Flowers and ground cover I transplanted last fall have successfully taken root here! Which is a surprise since I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. It wasn’t looking good for them just a few months ago. I was ready to give them the dignified burial they were deserving of. Now…they are happily thriving in the sunshine with Mr. Steadfast Turtle looking onπŸ€—πŸ€—πŸ€— #win

🀒 That Old Feeling πŸ€’

20170627_112439I find myself caught in the middle of my own perception lately. Most times in my life, I’m either in a phase of bleeding, or a period of contentment. I’ll actually add a far right end to that spectrum that’s somewhere Over the Moon. Like a blissful, winged jackass.

But lately, I’m unsure where I fall. I’ve stopped the bleeding…I’m feeling more at peace. And the thought of the moon, right now, makes me airsick in the absolute worst way.

So, where do I stand. Pissed as hell, and grateful that it’s improving each day. Sort of like a hippie with a huge chip on his shoulder. And I’m okay with that. I can successfully advocate for my own happiness and still be bitter as shit that I was treated like a P.O.S. All good. Continue reading “🀒 That Old Feeling πŸ€’”

The Only Constant

I’ve still got one hell of a sour taste in my mouth. It always leaves me feeling like I’ve got a lot of negative shit to spit out when it comes down to it. And I will. It will come out eventually. In bits. It has to. Right now it deserves absolutely no notice from me. None. Rest up, Bullshit. You’ve got the day off.

I had a moment last night, in complete silence. Soothed. Calm. Some clarity. Momentarily empty of ghosts. Looking at myself from the outside, I could feel the rest and relief through every part of me. I took that time and chose to ask myself a couple questions.

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