Too much of anything can be unhealthy. I realize this as I sit in my pink pajama pants and grey American Apparel t-shirt that I have been taking off in only short increments to enter the world, only to return home and immediately put them both right back on.
I like to wear socks, I like to crank the heat, I like spicy tea in a cute cup with the right amount of negative space to fill with piping hot water, i like to wear my disgusting pink, once fluffy slippers, i like not wearing make up at home and having my messy hair down.
I like to think about me being older and younger and how I was and how I might be. I am over being jealous of my 16 year old self. I am now envious of my self at 47. I think about my tattooed arms when I'm 72, and how my voice might sound, if I might not be afraid of singing then.
Sometimes I want a personal trainer, a life coach, a therapist, a guru, a sargent, a boss, a mom, a professor, a dietitian, a dance teacher, a stylist, a yoga teacher and a million other specialized people to get up in my face and make me live a life.
Tell me things like "you cant wear pajamas all day and stay inside feeling human feelings. You need to DO, like, a verb."
I feel like crawling inside my white fluffy stuffed animal cat that's also a puppet. I would like to snuggle inside the kitten nest and feel different ways about life from there.
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