The past is technicolour and we are the prisms that make it so.
The 60s talked of free love. Millennials say fuck-buddies or if they want to be nice, friends-with-benefits. How do we navigate our many lovers?
No. It’s the scariest word in language. It drives people into frenzy. It sits deep inside the heart, every No we’ve heard.
Today I didn’t feel cool, collected or in control. Today I was incomplete.
The hardest thing to let go of, is what you thought the future was going to be.
I did the #10YearChallenge, placing a photo of me from 2009 side-by-side with one from me now. It brought up life lessons.
Alone time doesn’t always look like this. More often than not, it’s faded, crumpled, tattered even. But it’s important.
I think I’ll be coming of age for the rest of my life. I immerse myself in people & experiences, that it is the death of the rest of me.
I started 2019 on a promising note. I broken through long held fears. I fell splatch but even my blood stains make art.