I’d be granted a certain calmness.
I mean, aren’t we owed that? I know “fair” isn’t a thing, but after you’ve reached the age where years have passed since you’re eligible for the Golden Buckeye card, there should be some pay off.
I spent over 48 hours at the beginning of last week dealing with cycling panic attacks.
That’s a new one.
I’ve been singing this song since late 2016. Make art. Sing, paint, cook, sculpt or write. Knit something. Re-purpose some of the junk in your garage.
Just make art.
We need all the pretty we can get now.