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- Apr 16, 2021
IT WILL BE SUCH A HAPPY DAY WHEN THEY HAUL HER ASS AWAY....HAUL HER ASS AWAY, HAUL HER ASS AWAY
but I digress
I was talking to my husband about doing something, specifically making paint brushes from the hair from my animals. He asked about what if I was scared of using those brushes, because they're made from something I love, so what if I messed them up from using them...
And I realized something: I wasn't afraid. I would normally be, and he's right to ask that because we've been together for over 10+ years and he knows me.
I explained to him (kinda frantically, because I was playing videogames), that cobra's passing made me want to do things I was scared of. I wanted to use shit, because I want to savor the experience of using it, because life is short, and if you can't experience the joy of drinking your mead, or if you can't make a spicy fish pizza (even if you regret it), then what's the point? You gotta live in the moment, stop looking for fucking excuses to not do shit.
Cherish living in the now, because there might not always be a later toobz.
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