Pushing up on 40 and I have no idea what is going on. Seriously, it’s laughable. The more I experience, the more I laugh. Shifts, surprises, devastation, glory, all wrapped up in one dirty burrito of love.
Uncertainty is ok. Wash, rinse, repeat.
The only bits that keep my steady in this sexy madness are my rhythms. Steady-like, even as everything is swaying and flopping. Its not a skill per say, its an approach. Maintain decent rhythms and one’s ability to adapt and flow with what is given is workable.
Sleep patterns, poop time, exercise, diet – these are the bits that sustain our fragile nature. Uncertainty is for certain. Rhythms keep us golden.
Word to your Mother.