To love is to open yourself to be hurt.
With love, you find this thing and make it a part of you, it brings growth and an awakening of self.
You are greater than you were before, but in that moment you open yourself to the fear and the pain of losing that thing.
Through the pain and scars, we love.

Minnesota is inspiring.

In the frozen streets, they are winning.

In the eyes of the world, they are winning.

In the hearts of people, they are winning.

Without firing a single shot, they are winning.

That spirit of America defiance is well and safe in Minnesota.

Life is a painful journey in discovery each and every day, just how dumb someone can be. Everyone is worse at math than they think.

I know without a shadow of a doubt in the heart of my soul, existence began with the most powerful dance that ever was. Everything is just trying to recreate the moment.

The curse of being a competent cook. Occasionally you have to eat something and go through the process of confirming you could make a better version at home, but be cursed to eat the sub par creations in front of you.

Another day, another struggle.
Figuring out how to tell my lovely, she is the most wonderful woman in the world, in a way no one else has.

Only on my worst day when I find myself in the deepest pit of despair in living recollection do I finally understand what would possess someone to eat at Burger King.
When you feel this terrible on the outside, there is some pull to eat something that will make you feel as bad on the inside.

Looks like the Chili Resistance is entering the dark timeline

I feel like at some point I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere and slipped into a new reality, because back home we used the word 'til' now every single resource is gaslighting telling me I'm mistaken or mean Today I Learned.

Just when life is granting me a lull to rest and recoup, someone goes ahead and steals my car.

How do you know she loves you?
-She shares half her root beer with me.

My partner is not the best at listening. Sometimes she will answer a question I never asked. From now I'll just ask the question she thinks I asked as a follow up to see if she notices.

I found some new yogurt, it has the perfect blend and consistency that just tickles the best parts of my primal animal brain. Unfortunately my partner has taken it upon themselves to hide the oats and granola from me. She is afraid that it challenges my love for her, maybe she is right.

Opening some old notebooks and trying to understand the strange person I was back then through all the incomplete writing and discarded ideas.

So strange to look back and see yourself in a less complete stage.
It's a wonderful reminder that we are always growing so long as we let ourselves.

Just glad this day is over. It just feels like too much. My heart goes out to all that will suffer in the next four years. I can't stop what is going to come, but I can create a little corner for us to rest from the troubles.

Writer's Confession: I named a city where every major faction is bent on Machiavellian level revenge Eddantus. This is a reference to the main character from The Count of Monte Cristo Edmond Dantès.

We do not fight monsters because we will win. We fight monsters because we must

Just wallowing in tragedy knowing that whatever garbage I start writing will never be as perfect as I see it in my mind. I'm just lost.