Tell me no matter how awesome one gets externally, internally we’re all still doofs…right? RIGHT?! 😫

My spouse and I came back to my dad’s house after watching a baseball spring training game to help him castrate two baby sheep. I’m sure it brings back beautiful memories of the first time my spouse met my dad after a goat was slaughtered as a welcome home gift and they welcomed him into the family.

I left an argument with a stranger and blocked their ass. If this is growth…I don’t know that I want it… the metiche in me just feels like it’s a chisme I didn’t finish hearing.

“Stop blaming yourself for shit that just isn’t real.” - my therapist.

Nothing beats receiving a letter from a dear friend typed on a typewriter with beautiful news that legit brings you to tears for them. So happy for you friend!