This week has been full of bad luck, and I woke up with all kinds of angst, but I took a long walk by the lake with my pup, listened to Lana in the shower, and I’m on my way to a super long super fun date with my babe. I’m working really hard to not let my anxiety and overthinking spoil this. It’s HARD.
I have a few mantras to push away the bad thoughts, including “my only job right now is to feel good”. It’s amazing how this reminder can stop all the busy-bunny-brain thoughts, put them off until later. Just because my anxiety thinks I have to have all the answers RIGHT NOW does not mean I do.
I’m on my way to meet Max. She’s taking me to a smashy-smashy room where we get a baseball bat and a crowbar and we can break things. I’m very turned on by this plan. Foreplay. I wanna watch her wreck things, and then spend the following 8 hours in bed fucking her senseless. So that’s the plan.
I took one photo on my walk this morning and this was it. So raw and cold and beautiful. Just a moment where I paused and took it in. I’m trying not to think 10 steps ahead and just enjoy this part.