I would like to say that I like myself so that I could have someone ask me if I “‘like’ myself, or ‘like-like’ myself” so that I could in turn answer, “that’s a weird question, but I can honestly say that I like myself cubed.”
If there was to be a point to this it would be that I fucking dig being me. It’s seriously the greatest gift I’ve ever received. Thank you whatever, or whoever, or whenever?, I really appreciate it, I won’t let you down.
I dig that I am loved by the greatest person just as much as I love her back, infinite two way river. I dig that my family and I can really have a good time together, we only have to not try so hard, the best things come naturally. I dig that I have an amazing job in my field with an incredibly dedicated group of adventurous individuals to work with.
I even dig that my humerus bone is in 3 pieces. There are a lot of things that wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t charged that last jump (2nd to last for the record). I wouldn’t have had the incentive to attack art with my non-dominant hand. I wouldn’t have this burning desire and new-refound (I’ve been couch ridden before, but not this bad) appreciation for the human body and stupid shit it allows me to partake in.
“it is a strange fate that we must suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing”
-Boromir (lord of the rings night, he said this just as I was thinking of what to end this “entry” with, as this rant should take a breather. Don’t stress over things that disappear as soon as they rear their puny heads.
love outstanding
