I came across my words from an earlier post about wanting to stay open and dream and hope amidsts the cahoas

Admittedly i feel like i’ve been failing that lately, creating drama out of the poor shitbag of a yoga teacher or collegauge, or waitress, or guy sitting on the bus with his shitty musc blasting through even though its 8 am and who the fuck listens to heavy rock at 8 am?! ¬†Feeling sad that i’m not where i am because what does that say about me, and just throwing myself a big sad pity partyand willing ¬†to take any vistors that want to join. Oh ya ” he IS a shitbag right?”

Drinking in the koolaid to AOID staying open to that question …


WHAT happens now