Anything Goes

Finish each day and be done with it You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered by your old nonsense.

-Emerson

I ate Sweats today and it was the sweetest kiss off to the summer ever. It was 2:30 or so, with the sun starting its sideways lean off the top of the sky and my late lunch plate was gone so fast. Fried chicken, green beans with a roll two butters and the upmost clutch order of the day being blackberry cobbler. Will Wright ate his fill and Harrison did well enough with a bowl of macaroni. Liz threw down a full plate as well. Healthy.

The pool felt fantastic and I realized how much I'm going to miss this pace of life under the sun, living fast and landing slowly, all to a steady beat. Getting as much done as one can creatively muster with no consequences, no pressure not a big deal if didn't meet quota and make the absolutely most of today. There is always tomorrow but more importantly, there is tonight.

Last night, I was standing in a narly lit driveway, head back downing my drink and I saw the most beautiful shooting star blaze its way across the night sky and I wished to never forget the wisdom of summer. Summer days always seem so long sometimes, just begging to be filled with all sorts of pursuits, thoughts, wishes, whatifs, whynots, what the fuck is stopping us? That motivation to do what you love and what needs to happen is the best stimulus in the world. And if it all falls to pieces, there's always tomorrow. Every morning I've got a new chance.

This ramble is just to say everything here is due for a good rearrange soon.

Nouvelle Vague- Too Drunk To Fuck