I MUST HAVE A LOT OF FLOWERS THIS YEAR, DAMN IT!

A moment of rare clarity hit me last night. Have I always been this way? Am I destined to stay this way? Both questions are curious to me. Perhaps the answers do not matter and it’s really just in the way I deal with how I am now that shapes who I am. Oh purposeful ambiguity, how I love thee… It may seem ridiculous to many, but I believe I honestly need giant neon flashing lights helping to guide me down a fruitful path.

Move your body.
Wingspan of love.
Eat better.
Take care of yourself better.
Take care of your girls better.
MAKE ART or your creativity will float away...
Spend as much time outside as you can.

Yeah, neon signs have to be simple, right? And these are all sentences and shit. Bah! You get the idea though, right? Right now I could use some good stretches and then the longest walk around the block imaginable.

All I *truly* know is to Keep passing the open windows. My heart keeps pounding so hard. I'm on to something guys!