Happy 30th, Dad

He will tell you what the bottle felt like in his hands
And the day that he finally put it down.

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Chronic.

On finding a middle ground between not bad and bad enough and some other things called self love.

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These will all be stories one day.

These will all be stories one day and I know half of them we have no control over, but for the one’s we do – what do we want them to say?

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To him.

Seeing you now, feels like coming home
And after moving across the country
I know there’s no better feeling than that.

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Towards what?

Never before in twenty-two years have I had this much freedom, this much responsibility, and an infinite amount of options all of which are like blank envelopes and being forced to decide which one to open.

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Rocky.

I love rock beaches, cliff edges, and mountains. I love things rocky. But when it comes to myself – my emotions – seasons of my life, I wish it was all smooth.

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