2019. Fuck you
So. 2019. I am NOT a fan of you. January not too bad, and February was also just meh. March, we ended our beautiful malamute's (Oona) struggle with cancer. May,I almost felt human again emotionally speaking, but not quite. June, the death of a dear friend Mika Jones, and July the death of my grandmother and my other fur companion, Willow. I feel emotionally exhausted, and it has pushed me into a form of authenticity I have never felt. All the crap has fallen away. I no longer make excuses or apologize for my needs. I just don't care what people think of me. I feel liberated and overwhelmed, at the same time. What grief has taught me, is, life is too short to waste time on worry guilt, shame, and processing feelings is different for everyone. The lessons I have learned; For you; ‐---------------------------------- Joy is in the moment, not in things. Feel. Feel your body. Dance, hug, breathe Find the joy and love in everything you do. Slow down. Slow the fuck down and be here, n