Should be asleep ramble but…

Honestly, had a lot of time to think back in chemo. Wasn’t even old enough to drink yet. Caught early, pretty high rates for success… But still… Lots of time to think. Sat next to sweet old ladies with much harder fights…

I appreciate the cosmic absurdity of it all. This whole experience of brief life in a tiny blip of this stupid cosmic scale of infinity in all directions, billions of years either side… Meaning comes from what we make it. It’s the best of times, it’s the worst of times. Try to enjoy the ride while it lasts.

Find hobbies. Learn a new skill. Get lost in a book, or museum, or at a disco. Get that extra slice. Take that road trip. Learn how to play that instrument. No, it’s probably not too late to start skiing, or climbing, or studying French. Grind if you have to. Cool shit often requires luck, but those who put in the hours get lucky more.

I feed my brain new music every day, and try to add laughter to every room I’m in. Make art, be weird, find the helpers.

Much love