My Fucking Feelings

I get in my own way a lot

Warning: A little bit of bitching and complaining. Just a tad. What? I’m human.

It’s 6:01 am on a Saturday.

I have two hours to gather my thoughts before we inhale a couple of breakfast burritos sprinkled with some bro-down conversations about life and love and a few Would you rather… questions I’m sure.

Then we will ride down to a motorcycle show in the middle of nowhere called Born Free. There will be a sea of bikes, a wall of death, and funnel cakes which I will do my best to avoid.

I hope today calms me.

I need it.

Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath.

Okay, so there’s been a lot on my mind these days. I’ve been having some anxiety and internal stirs that’s been bringing up residue from the past. If I’ve learned anything about life, it’s that it’s a circle. History repeats itself. But if you’ve changed, you can break that loop and stop living in yesterday. Write a new story. Make a left at the fork. And that’s what I’ve been trying to do. For the last ten years.

Four things that are bringing shit up for me.

1. I have to turn in a book in a few months.