Fill up your bucket
Wow! It’s been just shy of 2 years, since the last time I blogged. Is it still a thing? Regardless, it’ll still be a thing for myself. I need it to be a thing. So much has happened in these past two years. I’ve lived. I’ve cried. I started a podcast with my best friend. I’m sure that’ll be my next blog post. I’ve lost. I’v cried a whole lot more. I think that’s why I’m here today. Writing has always been a safe place for me. Some people my age have YouTube. I’ve tried that route before. There’s something so vulnerable about crying on the internet for everyone to see. If that’s your safe place, pitch a tent and stay there. We all deal with emotions differently. I’m in a place where my mind scares me. It’s loud and quiet at the very same time. It never sleeps. It never eases. Think of a silent film where you so desperately wish to hear the voices but you also just want the film to stop playing. It just keeps playing night after night. I remembered once in a blue moon I used t
