It's Sunday. It's a beautiful Sunday. Everyday is beautiful when the sunshine, sand, smell of salt water and moutain views are tyipcally wasted. Wasted soley for grant's sake. Mist stops traffic. Morning clouds become a season. I live in The OC Bubble, self identified from a purely midwest perception.
What doesn't kill us, forever messes with our minds. Never the same following some kind, any kind, of earth shattering experience. These experiences could never be put in that neat little box. One man's car crash, could be another's groom-to-be moment.
Inconsistent thoughts can drive a sane person mad. Nothing grand ever came from the mundane. Sure.
Is there life outside the bubble...Life is terrifying on the other side. Terrifyingly unkown.
So glad we had this chat.
After all... fear is a liar and awesome bubbles can be blown anywhere.
