Baby bloomers

We are always falling. But we keep torturing ourselves by telling ourselves to get back up. Don’t. Let it all fall away when you fall. Then you’ll see that it isn’t that you have to get back up again and again and again, but that you’re going to stand up for the first time.

You mean to tell me that it actually makes sense for you to climb back up into this pattern of despair  repeatedly? You know I’m right, wake up. Bloom, baby. We’re coming out off the sidelines and I need my old team back with me. There’s lots and lots for us to see, and lots and lots for us to do. You be electric and I’ll be electric too.


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