New Year. New Me.

Oh yeah. 2018 is when this prune blooms into a plum…which I know doesn’t make any sense but neither does any of this. Because that’s basically what we’re doing here on Earth. We’re relearning everything we’ve ever been taught. To return to ourselves before we got fucked over and enveloped in heartache and debt. Before all the twisted ways our parents and society has taught us to see ourselves and others. Before the tweezing and coloring the grey away. Let’s not let anyone know that we’re aging. Either that means we’re one day closer to death or another day that we luckily get to live on this beautiful planet. But we’re pessimistic and narcissistic, so let’s take the fat from our ass and inject it into our face because that’s the logical thing to do. But I digress…

2018 is the year I dive deeper into the unknown and allow you to be my witness. I’m still aspiring to identify my purpose. I’m listening to the pain of my past as it unravels onto this road of discovery and self-love all the while trying to book a yogurt commercial or two. 

Last year was a rebirth for me. This year I’m learning how to walk. Each week I will share something that I’ve learned either from taking a huge stride or falling on my ass. 

Thank you for being my witness…