Another year, another birthday.
I am in a reflective mood, rightly so. Year 27 has been an exciting whirlwind full of highs and lows. It’s during these moments that I feel most alive: breathing, moving, feeling, reeling, learning, hurting, and lusting.
Now that it is nearing my specific birth time, I have to appreciate the burden and struggle of childbirth: a newly 19 year old woman unsure of what she was getting herself into. A quick slice of her abdomen and out popped a fat black haired baby with a piercing shrill. I hope that the moment was joyous, but I’m sure it was rich with uncertainty and fear. And hopefully I peed on someone’s face to lighten up the joint.




Soul petting
28 has been all about mellowing out. I’ve recognized some unattractive things about myself and am making an earnest effort to relax. I swear I don’t believe in dramatic fixes on monumental dates. If you look at my New Years resolutions, they usually subsist of:
So if you find yourself in some sort of conundrum as I have, I’m offering my new source of solace from my fucked head. Use electronics (iPod) near bodies of water (bath) with complete disregard your fear of frying your delicate equipment, submerse yourself in hot HOT water with a Lush bath bomb, and soak. And soak somemore. And when you can’t possibly relax any more, grab a book.
Welcome to my new Saturday routine. May your Saturdays be just as lovely.