Every Brilliant Thing

There is something amazing about live theatre. Watching somebody put their mind and their body and their soul through the ringer literally right in front of you.

Artificial joy

I don't know what it is about the mall that makes it so comforting. It's like, anything could happen there. You could see the boy you like...find some bitchin' jelly shoes...grab a new cassingle...even get yourself an orange julius. Magical place.

I'm baaaaaaaack....

So, bit of a hiatus, eh?

I'll be honest. Life took a really shitty turn. More shitty than can be fixed by non-pharmaceutical means. But I am back to, if not normal, then at least my normal. Hooray.

Today I had another appointment with New Zealand’s greatest dietician and I was feeling so positive I decided to get a to-go lunch on my way back to work.

Standing there... waiting for my food, thinking about this number, thinking about this blog, thinking about this number, and waiting for my food... something clicked.

I am number one. Not in a "me against the world" way but in a "being my own first priority" way.

So take that, life.  The only way you'll wear me out is stitch my name on your pants.