Hello new followers, I hope I don’t disappoint you. I want this place to feel like home, where we can escape the Thunderdome and process the world. Where we can post dog pics and recipes and book recommendations. Where we support each other as we get sober, lose weight, embark on new business opportunities, creative endeavors, relationships and travels. I want this to be your oasis of sanity and laughter in an increasingly mad world. A creative outlet where you can share your spirit with us.
We might not have any control over the news cycle—but we can control our habits and attitude. It all starts with us. And hopefully a little piece of that will start here.
Got in some good snugs with this monster this morning🥰
Now he is following me around like my hands owe him something ( he is terrified of thunderstorms and I’m pretty sure that’s the only reason he is so snuggly today but I’ll take it!)
Morning, Dawn Patrol. Hope this morning finds you well. I don't know how to start this train of thought, so I'll give it my best shot. Keep in mind that I'm named after a man that famously wrecked a train and another one that struck out at bat, so go easy on me. This morning I'm thinking about how one finds out where they belong. Being a sad goth kid around a family of commercial fisherman, bootleggers, and 'staples' of the church, I figured out early what it feels like to be a trapezoid in a spherical world. I've spent most of my life looking for a place to belong and never finding it. I believe I tried everything, remade myself into every kind of man imaginable. You have no idea the lengths I would go to to be one of a tribe. Inevitably the facade would fade, usually because I'm a terrible actor and I have no inclination to keep things I don't like going for very long. Finally, I stopped trying and now let the world come to me. Erica taught me how demeaning it is to chase people ...