I'm moving tomorrow. Moving. Moving my stuff, my favorite book, my spatula I think kicks ass, my comfortable bed, my favorite rocking chair (at some point a picture will be necessary), my brazilian lover gustavo, and my precious sweet heart amina. Moving. I've spent the last 3 months going through transitions. A new job, navigating love, the death of my grandma and the moving of her husband to a home subsequently, finding out my other grandma has lung cancer, and somehow traveling 1000 miles to be back in my hometown with my insane Lebanese family. Sometimes life feels like it's just throwing you insanity and you better figure out what the fuck you're supposed to do. FUCK! I think breathe. I think find silence. I think remember that every other storm ended, and this will pass.
So many times I start to write and as I get deep my voice says to me softly....you are a nut job, but you're a pretty fab nut job.
So many times I start to write and as I get deep my voice says to me softly....you are a nut job, but you're a pretty fab nut job.