I started to get used to being here and to the absurd shapes life can take at times. Then it was time to visit home.
How do 9-5ers make friends? Kickboxing classes? I am starting to chat with comics I like, but I have a complicated relationship with that.
I love who I am when I’m giving other people advice. I love who I am when I’m telling people my “plan.” I’d love to hook my heart and my ego up to those words and, when I wake up at 4 am, be comforted by them instead of feeling so fraudulent.
Challenges within challenges. Like Russian nesting dolls for grown ups.
I have found that, in my 30s, I’ve become much more aware of danger. I think it’s related to my ever present empty womb, the fact that I don’t strength train anymore, and my facebook feed.