And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.
I put up the best fight I could, but here you are. You’ve taken down the others in the house one-by-one and I thought I had given you the slip, but congratulations, you’ve gotten me, too.
I’m going to bundle up and sleep until you decide you’re bored of me and then await your arrival next year. Take your time.
Yours (for now),
PS - My brother really appreciates you taking away my voice. Good call.
Someone teach me how to sing, please and thank you.
So, do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More Compassionate? Decide. Breathe in. Breathe out and decide
I’ve been trying to be really positive lately, and this week has been a combination of really tough, new things, and great times, and I’m extremely thankful for that.
But there’s no amount of positivity that makes having the people you care about being so far away any easier.
At some point in my life, I just want to have everyone that I love all in one room at the same time. HIGHLY unlikely, but I just want a few minutes when I don’t have to miss anyone.
Bear Man Dude
I’ve come up with a New Year’s resolution about a month early: 30-minute illustration sessions in the morning to get the brain buzzing and keep my creative muscles limber.
This is today’s effort, and obviously this idea couldn’t have come any sooner – I named the illustration file Man Bear Dude, which isn’t exactly my most creative attempt at nomenclature.