Life, it’s been a long road thus far. Funny thing, I’m only 45 years young, yet, I feel as though I’ve been on life’s journey for double that. Take a walk with me here.
Reminiscence has shifted something in me, so, take a trip down memory lane here as I remember when.
Generational differences. They can both play a role in our greatest self or diminish our own self-worth… you choose. Read about my take on generational differences here.
I am a bully… to myself. I have a keen knack for beating the shit out of myself when I’ve fucked up. Come inside for a closer look at this internal brawl… here.
For me, I’ve developed an aptitude for rebelling societal norms, but when it comes to beauty standards, I’ve unfortunately fallen hostage to their hypnotizing effects. Read about the unrelenting gnaw of vanity here.
So, besides the bleak facts of what light pollution is doing to our planet and the necessary ecosystems that hold it all together, I came up with this: I’m over-consumed by light pollution. Travel into the darkness of my mind here.
Five words: I am a hot mess. Like, super-hot mess. A mess so hot, okay, I’ll stop as you probably get the point. I’m not quite sure how to unhot mess myself. I think I have it all figured out and then I’m back to creating untrue stories in my head – a loco pilot of the hot mess express. Hop on board here.
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