life is fucking crazy. this summer has been such a roller coaster and i’ve found myself in the highest highs and lowest lows, shifting so fast i swear my stomach drops and i close my eyes and pray that the cross bar was attached properly because i think i’ve become completely unhinged.
on monday this week after receiving some rather bad news that would expose the reality of the relative mess my life has become, i biked to transmitter park and sat in the grass, eating a peach and crying and looking desperately across the river at a skyline that felt damning and impenetrable. why, new york? why the fuck are things so hard?
by wednesday i was receiving good news rapid-fire and i couldn’t wipe the massive smile from my face, in complete disbelief that life was real.
someone tossed a life saver across the river to keep me hanging on and afloat until the next wave would come and sweep me up so far above the trough i’d been drowning in. and i was reminded again to be so thankful for the lows because they make the highs that much sweeter.
i don’t know how your summer is going, but i’m so happy that i’m a part of it, in one way or another. and because this blog keeps me sane and swimming along, so we’ll all float on, together.
they say loose lips sink ships but i feel like mine were made to keep us all afloat in this crazy town.
brooklyn, imma keep trying.
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