One time, a few years ago, I told a dear friend of mine that I had an emotional hangover.
And then she later said something like… I don’t know how you do that? Always put exactly what I’m feeling into words.
Me neither. And I’m the me she was talking about.
Bare with me.
I love words. I love lyrics. I love writing. I love the time it takes to physically write out what I want you to get.
I think I’m pretty ok at that.
I’m here and I’m thinking about words and stories and things to say and write and complain and secrets to tell and others not to tell.
But this part of this space comes easy. This weekend part. I’ve given myself a time to just share a phrase or a lyric that makes sense. I’ve got so many things/words/phrases/quotes saved to share. And these come easy right now. These fit.
My favorite sign in college at my favorite pub that I went to with my favorite Monday night class partner read… free beer tomorrow.
I’ve got more to say, write, think about. Tomorrow.