yesterday i turned 30fuckingnine years old and it sucked. i was edgy and horrible all day, for the most part, regularly occurring mood swings thrown in for good measure. whatever. i feel great today.
upon further contemplation, though, i kinda landed on the idea that this move, berkeley, these past few months, have marked a rebirth of sorts. i feel different. good. better about myself and what i am doing than i ever did in los angeles.
every day for one year, i will post something positive, something that made me happy as i went about my day. it could be a picture. a story. a song, whatever.
i can’t say for sure why i am doing this. but i know that yesterday my mind was far away from anything good. i guess i just don’t want to feel that way again. and it’s gonna be pretty fucking hard after i’m done with this whole damn thing.
more on that soon.