Ah who doesn’t love a good Beatles song, am I right? This one is my favorite. I have the very best view of the sunrise coming up over the mountains from my bedroom. I used to set my alarm so I wouldn’t miss it. Every single day I would wake up and force myself to find the beauty in the start of a new day. It was awful… at first. I was tired and grumpy and had no idea why I thought missing sleep, for ANYTHING, was a good idea. Some mornings I would sleep through my alarm and miss it. Guess what though? The sun was still coming up…

Theoretically speaking, walls are pretty rad. Walls define structural space and provide shelter. Walls create physical barriers to keep you safe from the outside elements. Walls, are great. Mostly. Unless…they are keeping your heart locked up. Unless …they are are keeping you paralyzed in/or stuck in your own fear. Then it gets tricky. Keeping your heart walled up is super freaking safe. It’s literally so much easier to not let people in. BUT. Walls aren’t designed for locking out love and hearts aren’t designed to be alone. When we keep our hearts locked up high and tight, we can deflect the bad, but maybe if we let more love in,…

Life happens… fast. Some days I feel like I’m keeping up with the pace, but most days? Not so much. I feel like everyone around me is cruising around, changing lanes without using their mother flapping turn signals, and I’m just bringing up the rear trying to find a place to fucking pull over. The catch? I can’t pull over. I have to just keep driving. Even if I’m losing. Even when I have no freaking idea where I’m going. I just keep trying to navigate some sort of way forward. Sometimes I knock this shit right outta the park. More times than not though, I feel like I’m failing.…

…at least that’s what everyone says, right? That somehow having your heart broken is a free pass to be a ginormous asshole? Guess what? It’s NOT. It’s a cop out and a blanket excuse to justify shit behavior. In theory, I get it. Going through really painful and traumatic experiences in life will alter you in ways you wouldn’t believe. Life can hurt like a bitch. There is no disputing that. BUT! When you get your heart ripped out, and are ass over elbow in your own misery, you have a choice. Hear me: You. have. A. choice. You don’t have to be a dick. You can, but why? You…