Hey listen, I know you’re about as busy as the entourage responsible for preventing Joe Biden from saying “fuck” in public, but could you find it in your ginormous soul to keep throwing me insights that involve seeing things that had previously scared the doodie out of me as things that are now gorgeous and approachable. It might be my imagination or it might be that I’m just getting older and more carefree but the word on the street is that you have some influence over all human perspective and if this is the case and you’ve had a hand in me becoming freer, well, all I have to say is Good Work, Sir.
What I’d like to know is, if you have a quick moment, how did you manage to transform the scary cliffs of my chunky, dangerous life into awe inspiring destinations that I now want to visit and explore? Because, lord (or you! haha) knows that I used to scurry from swervy, jagged landscapes like a Kardashian runs screaming from a yard sale and I’m not complaining (I’m aware that your big thing is gratitude and not a bunch of fucking belly aching), I’m just throwing it out there that you might kick me in the pants every once in a while to remind me that as one changes one’s view and one’s focus, one’s life becomes more beautiful, more doable if you will or if you won’t it make me no never mind, if you could just keep your watchful eye over me and continue to throw down a couple of breathtaking bridges while you’re at it that would be righteous, thank you for your time you may be seated, amen.
Periodically Yours In Fleetful Moments,
Talulah Trying Hard