οΏΌi don’t know how to not be serious sometimes. π Many years ago, I dated someone that bought me a bunch of Legos. Like, I’m talking an entire series of LEGO kits to teach me “how to have fun.”Long story that isn’t important. Ever since him I’ve been really paranoid that I am not fun, funny, etc. With all this weird stuff going on outside of the walls of this quarantine hot spot, after what’s been happening since December of last year, it makes me want to curl up in a ball and pet my dog, eat, and get super large and in charge again. But then I’d get clots….life is weird when you have a weird body. The point is, I have learned to choose joy no matter what. Granted, it’s been the hard way over 35 years and people haven’t always known that’s what I was doing because of how quiet I’d get, and DAMN hard since last year, but ππ» I’m ππ» doingππ»it. I was literally non verbal at one point and really jumbled before that recently , so I’m doing it. And so should you! Whether you live in Italy or Malaysia, or here in this country you won’t regret it! Don’t let your happy be stifled. And turn to the big guy when you go to sleep tonight and wake up tomorrow and say goodnight and hello and thanks for allowing that miracle to happen. Happy am I to live in times such as these, or more accurately, happy i am to live AT ALL. Tudalou! β€οΈ
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