…I made a PB&J and then promptly dropped it on the floor before taking even one bite. That couldn’t be a more beautiful metaphor for my life right now.
when he arrives at the conviction that,
envy is ignorance;
that, imitation is suicide;
that, he must take himself
as his portion."
How often have you called your parents only to be told they will have to call you back because your dad is coloring your mom’s roots in between salon visits? For me, the answer is twice.
Just soak it in, my friends.
I sat on my bed in my new room in my new apartment in my new home state of Tennessee where I moved one week ago. All the usual shit -notebooks, pens, scraps of paper, and a laptop - piled in front of me while I searched for jobs. Something in the yard of the apartment building caught my eye and I peered through a large double window for a moment.
My vision focused on a handsome, shirtless young man dashing toward the greenway like a beautiful gazelle. “Uh, am I really seeing this?” I thought. “Surely that’s a bloated dead raccoon and I’m confused.” For a moment, I was convinced I’d gone nuts. But mostly I felt like God was smiling on me.
Welcome to Tennessee, He said. You’re not crazy after all.