Back about 2010, the only thing keeping me alive was my dog. But since then, even with the bad things like losing that amazing girl, I keep finding happy places.
My wife. My kid (when they’re not playing the sulky teenager). My niece. My chickens. Good music. Writing. I’m a lucky motherfucker. I have happy places now. It’s all temporary, since all things are transitory and ephemeral, but right now I have an embarrassment of good things that I wish everyone could have. Like, not my things, I’ll pop a cap if anyone tried, but you know what I mean.
Doesn’t fix the bad stuff, doesn’t mean there aren’t bad things. But I’m lucky
You know, I’m lucky.
Back about 2010, the only thing keeping me alive was my dog. But since then, even with the bad things like losing that amazing girl, I keep finding happy places.
My wife. My kid (when they’re not playing the sulky teenager). My niece. My chickens. Good music. Writing. I’m a lucky motherfucker. I have happy places now. It’s all temporary, since all things are transitory and ephemeral, but right now I have an embarrassment of good things that I wish everyone could have. Like, not my things, I’ll pop a cap if anyone tried, but you know what I mean.
Doesn’t fix the bad stuff, doesn’t mean there aren’t bad things. But I’m lucky