A boring wednesday night blog.

I can’t think of anything to write today.
I tend to not write unless I’m semi-confident that something ‘good’ will be birthed.
Fuck it.
Suit up and show up. That’s what my friend Dave says.
So here I am at this blank screen with nothing, absolutely nothing to say.
Except that life loves me.
I showed up on my yoga mat [...]

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Cardboard memories.

There is a picture of me as a child being pushed around in a cardboard box by my older brother, Elliott.
I distinctly recall not wearing any clothes in the picture. I also do not recall me looking puzzled or questioning the ride.
For some reason, this memory surfaced yesterday as I was feeling extremely self loathing.
On [...]

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