FromHereOnOut

Well chop me down and count my rings. How the hell are ya?

The serotonin is NOT strong in this one.

If this 10 pound candle doesn't my me feel better I don't know what will...

Was anyone going to tell me that Michael Cera can sing or was I suppose to find that out on my own listening to a Spotify radio station...

What if I'm standing at work and a school bell rings. I look up in confusion. The owner comes out of his office and tells us its time for recess so let's line up and go outside. 6 essential workers are let out onto the patch of grass out front. The delivery driver and the pizza maker bounce a ball around, the three front counter girls stand in a circle chatting and I the 27-year-old Lead lays down in the grass stringing weed flowers into a crown and watching the clouds move for 20 minutes. Life feels better and everything is fine.

I only refer to airpods as "ears" and I won't stop.

Life is much better when there are clouds in the sky.

Leaf season is here.

If I live in the HP universe I would so go to town learning all the boring householdy spells. My clothes would never have stains, my cups would never stay broken. Transfiguration is impressive and all but do I really need to turn a rat into a goblet...no! Do I need to magically streamline my life....yes!

That I've never had an eyes-cut-out ghost sheet is a problem. I think I would feel much better of i had one.

There is magic in taking your hair down and putting it back up again for the soul purpose of changing your outlook on the day.

At least all of my houseplants are still alive.

Today I bought a little star projector with actual constellation. This is a childhood desire I should have completed a long time ago, it was only five dollars. What good is adulthood if not for this...

I think I am going to stick with my little profile emoji guy. It looks like a waning blood moon. I like her.

Landslide from Fleetwood Mac coming on the radio is the most comfort I have felt in ages. "Can I handle the seasons of my life."