Brazilian lightning storms are the most beautiful I have ever seen... but Eagle Mountain is a pretty good substitute.
There are some things that just feel like home. Like driving with the windows down, feeling the warm breeze and listening to your favorite song. Or a glass of coke with 3 ice cubes. That old tv show. That old friend.
Then maybe combine them all into a movie and you've got my night.
You know those movies that are not that good if you were anybody else? Yeah. But that undying love you have keeps you connected and still clinging like a hopeless girlfriend.
Finally, I saw Fast 6. I couldn't wait any longer! And I walked out of there feeling like me again. wanting to be a criminal maybe and jump around on things, but I felt good.. about life, about myself.
Things drag you in and then down. It's a ruthless cycle, but we choose to bring ourselves back out.
I've felt love. And it crushed me. But it didn't kill me. At least now I know what it should and shouldn't feel like.
It's so easy to feel left behind. Or worthless and not good enough. We hear all these stupid songs about it 24 freaking 7 and I got sucked into this wheel of thinking that I obviously am not grade A because things haven't been happening. Well guess what, my peeps ... I'm not grade A! Surprise! And I like it. AND duh... things are happening! Just not where I thought they should be.
Thank you, my friend, for the last 8 months. It was a good rest. But I'm getting up, it's over due.
