I haven’t written in six days and I’ll be honest, I don’t feel the least bit bad about it. I have a million and one reasons why I haven’t, I may or may not dive into one or two of them, not really sure yet. No idea where this is going at the moment, it was just that time. Ass in chair, music on low, laptop open.

I might have fell in Love last Friday, either that or I was drunk. Maybe I was drunk in love, that’s a real thing right? Beyonce’ doesn’t lie, she’s too pretty to fib.

Look, I woke up last Saturday with a sinus infection that moonlights as the flu. The house I grew up in was just sold from under my Father’s feet, I moved, went to a beef and beer I helped with for one of my dearest loved ones who needs a new heart at the age of 33, went on vacation — and then just yesterday me and that same loved one had to look my eleven year old nephew directly in the eye and tell him the Dad that essentially walked out when he was four years old — passed away from an overdose the night before. News came down to us as we were all together on vacation. While the three of us were in the car together, thankfully.

Looking that sweet, innocent kid in the eye and having to be there as that news was broke to him was without a doubt one of the most difficult things I’ve ever had to watch, be apart of and essentially simmer in. Yet I’m still somehow eternally grateful I was there. To be there for him. For them.

I woke up last Saturday and felt like complete death. I didn’t work Monday, worked a half day Tuesday and then went on vacation, where there was no wifi. How aboriginal of me right? I’ll be honest, it felt wonderful and I needed it. I haven’t gone this long without Writing in well over a year. I would have beat myself up for not writing for six days last July. I think I needed it this time around. I have so many thoughts hanging out in my head right now, I don’t even know where to start or what to title this.

All I know is I’m ready to get back to doing what I do everyday and trying to get better at it than I was the day before, along with just trying to be a better person than I was the day before as well. Despite how much I have going on around me right now, in literally every direction I look, I feel better than I have in a really long time and I’m looking forward to getting back to my routine.

So forgive me for not writing. It’s been kind of a busy week or two.

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