Today I had a Sunday and it was good. I ate trail mix and drank coffee out of my bitch mug for breakfast because I was feeling in a way. I was thinking with my writer-ly brain and I cleaned my house and my room in the slowest type of manner.
I went to Ben Howard’s show at the Tabernacle this Wednesday. Sometimes you have to do things that make you feel alive and push tears full of feelings out of your eyes. It felt like something ended and something else just came right out into the open, if that makes any sense. Live music feels a lot more than the rest of the kinds, you know?
I’ve been thinking a lot about growing up lately. It seems like maybe no one really feels grown-up until all of a sudden you just feel old. I’ve been resisting grown-up things lately, like grocery shopping and dry cleaning and eating regular meals and going to bed at a responsible time and sitting in chairs and things. Feels way more grounded to sit on the floor I think.
Bridget, I think that 2015 is a year of honesty. So far I’m off to a good start with some painfully honest conversations that just jumped right in front of me and wouldn’t get out of the way. We all just gotta let it all out I think. This year has already been yanking my chain and I’ve been having to run pretty fast to keep up. I probably need to spend some more time with my thoughts laying on the ground in my new special corner of the house with a glass of wine. If that’s not healthy, then I don’t know what is. I’m not sorry. We’re not sorry.
Let’s go on another road trip soon, k? I need to go the sea and I need you with me. Nevermind that there isn’t a sea anywhere near here, let’s just go.
Just meet me here after you get off of work, ok? ^^^
Love from your friend,