Today I’m 44 and all I choose to do is smoke weed in the bathtub and eat cheesecake. This year we say fuck off to the pressing vices of keeping up. This year we’re claiming more for us and less for the machine. Take time to read a book and pet a cat. Starve the inner personal cynic and go grow some flowers that make us smile. I’m in my fuck you era and feeling cunty. Happy birthday to me 🎉🎉🎉🤘🎸🖤
Recovering from a small work related injury but there’s rock n roll to be had this weekend. I don’t produce music in the quantities that I used to so it’s fun when I get to share it! Entering the crone years be some adjustments… but that’s what balance is right? Dogs help.
Pulse check. We enjoyed the return of warmth but winter persists. Makes me excited for the spring to come but also caution given all the goings on. Oh to feel the safety and confidence of my blind cat who just found herself in a sunbeam.
This cat brings me joy. His name is Byron and lives at the yoga studio I go to. I’m honored that he chose my car to sit on today. Thanks for the smile Byron.
