[Thoughts] We Can Cry…Right Now

Salutations from the other side of the pandemic! Since I spoke with you last, we have survived (barely) all the upper respiratory diseases walking the planet. Over the past few years I’ve enjoyed medication induced organ failure, a literal party of inflammation throughout my cells and at least a couple grand in medical bills. Thanks crohns disease! All things considered, my circle has gotten bigger. My friends are flourishing and traveling. My siblings and their families are expanding, and I have a loving partner who has children of her own. I have more than twenty dollars in my savings account despite the ever scamming city of Baltimore, and good and greedy state of Maryland. I’ve enjoyed therapy and I’m back to meditating. I’m still fighting road rage and I’m back prayerfully medicating. I’m fat as a Christmas squirrel during holiday season, but I’m cuter than I’ve ever been. I’m deeply loved by a BIG God and that is my biggest flex. I hope I appear to you, reader, as an optimist as this is not now who I’ve always been. How are you doing?

In the event you took the time to read paragraph one, I’m here to offer you a pillar of hope. The hope that no matter what comes your way, everything is going to be alright. I don’t know your day to day walk. I do know that as sure as the sun sets this evening, it will rise again. Sometimes it shines on us, and other days are rainy, gloomy, snowy and down right f*cked up. Some how, I think we are all going to be ok. And in the unlikely even that we are not, because oh my dear Lord, we might not be ok…We can cry, right now. Let’s cry it out, take another pill, and get back to the matrix. Happy Whatever.