Dear Blog Readers

Wednesday.
This is the first full week I've had in like a month.
It's interminable!

Today's meditation in The Language of Letting Go is that sometimes we're "in between". My good friend Bishop wrote about this earlier in the week...I need to link her.
Anyhoo.
In between. In between jobs, relationships, shows, projects, rocks and hard places... you know, that feeling after you've decided to leave something behind. Kinda empty. Floating. In it's most extreme, without purpose as the enjoyment or yes, even the anxiety we carried around was a comfort, a friend, a confidant...if you threw a party and invited everyone you knew, it would see the biggest gift would be from you and the card attached would say "Thanks, Pain, Thank You for being a friend." Or, whatever it is you are leaving behind.

Lookit, right about now, funk soul brother, I'd like this goddamned heat to go away so that I can begin my bike rides to work without risk of stroke or heart attack or profuse sweating.

The Heat is what causes the Cliché.
The cookie is what causes the weight gain.
damn you cookie. damn you to hell.