He could just walk up to you. When you were least expecting him to. When he was least expecting to. You could be drunk when it happens. Which could make you funnier. He could show you really cool things about how thoughtful people think and communicate. He could be beautiful and honest and real. With little to no filter but not offensive. He could have been hurt but not ruined. Bent but not broken. He could smile and melt your heart. A.
•Because I haven’t made one in a while.
•And I wrote a cool diddy last night about my job then it got deleted somehow. Like, maybe I pushed the wrong button, but whatever, it’s gone.
•So I will touch on the fact that I feel so lucky to have a job that enables me to make people feel good. They leave my massage office feeling better than when they arrived. They send me thank you texts after. It just makes me feel complete, it makes me feel like I am living my purpose and that feels rad.
•I’m in love with my French Press. I think I’m gonna go play with her in a few minutes. Mmmmmm, coffee.
•I got a bomb dropped on me yesterday about my new space. A real expensive bomb. After sending FUCK texts to J intermittently, I talked myself off the ledge. It will be ok. The money will be there and it will all work out. This is where my ability to have Faith comes in reaaaal handy.
•Chloe is testing me. I’ve decided she wakes up every morning and conjures up ideas just to see how well she can push my buttons. I won’t let her win at that game, and that’s all.
•It’s windy as fuck outside and I feel like I may be Dorothy soon.
That’s my list. A.
I love them. And hate them. But more love. ~J