Because you gotta prime the pump sometimes right? Shake off the cobwebs, tear away the moldy bits and make yourself a BLT (Baffling Loopy Text). Hopefully it's tasty like my new cookies and cream running shoes. It was incredible at the store, he took a 3-D scan of my feet - low arches :( - and then he brought out three pairs of shoes and then two more. That fifth pair, the last one had the delicious cookies and cream aesthetic I've always enjoyed in a running shoe.

It's all quite delicious if you train your taste buds accordingly. I'm waiting on one or more Big Decisions and while a past me may have been anxious about what's to come, my current state is: what if yes? 🥵 what if no? 🥵🥵🥵 Got it? Are you deeply okay? Are you free to play? Are you on your way?

"Too loose!" the inner critic protests. Go back to being too rigid, because that's always worked out so well, right? But but but I'm having fun! That's a guaranteed one fun unit! So what if it's only me? That's enough! Duh!

Being free to do whatever I want cycles between being the Best Thing Ever and the Worst Thing Ever, but I've enjoyed a much greater share of time on the high side lately. Name one thing that isn't cyclical, I'll wait... waiting... oh huh, yeah I hadn't considered that one, alright you got my ass. Sincerely, thank you for playing.

High on coffee! High on sobriety! High on skills, hard and soft! High on memories of future past! The sweet delicious nectar of the unknown reveals more and more of itself to me as I open more and more of myself to it. Mutually budding flowers, a bouquet laid at the gravestone of pessimism. We are ALIVE and that's wilder than anything I've written here. Wildflowers flourish in whatever environment they find themselves in. I flourish when I access the courage to be myself.