I lost another friend recently. He would drunk call me after wooing beach babes with his guitar at surf side pubs and bars. Forever young and full of fun. Forever a cool surfer dude. Me, the forever night owl. I will miss those midnight texts followed by a call. Full of melancholy and mischief he was the real deal. I loved every minute of his crazy talk or the occasional serenade. A night owl can appreciate such things-things that go on after midnight in the moonlight while others slumber.
The sudden loss full of change and uncertainty. It has been difficult for me to give up trying to understand. It is okay to let go and be comfortable in the not knowing. I think it is true youth is wasted on the young.
Most recently my energy is better spent paying attention to being authentic, genuine, real, bona fide. Have you ever noticied how many times you laugh at stuff you do not think is funny? I have made it a point to stop doing that. The result has caused me to be more mindful and worth the effort.
I do not have insomnia. I am a night owl. I always have been. I love animals and I like to fish but I don't like to catch anything. Because pulling that hook out of tender flesh has got to hurt and the poor fish was just looking for a meal himself. I love dogs. I have a dog but he is huge and I think dogs should have a bed on the floor-in the house. Sofa's are for people. Just so you know the real me.
Be authentic. Be yourself. The world will adjust.
Time marches on. So it goes. kisses
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| My dog on my brown sofa. |
