Day 246.

Impatient.

Day 245.

Choosing to love, but only when it feels good, and only when it feels right. The world may be deserving of my unbridled, indiscriminate love, but they will only get it when conditions are all good on this end.

Day 244.

Stretching.

Day 243.

The rain does funny things to me. I'm in a perpetual state of discomfort or anticipation of discomfort. If I go outside, I will get wet. What is this fear all about? So what if I get wet? What's the big deal?

If I really try to get to the root of it, there's some kind of yuckiness around financial instability that informs this fear. The story goes a little something like this:

Day 242.

Day 241.

Sleepy face.

Day 240.

Deep shit, continued.

Brought to you by my excited face, lookin' sweaty in the dimly lit living room, belly full of goodness, accompanied by a glass of wine and a good friend.

Everything is all good, and I'm deep in it.