I will be right here, hanging on for dear life. Hanging on the knife edge most days and trying to just keep on going. Carrying on, carrying on.

Anybody know what I mean?

I’ve got about a 1000 coping strategies. A whole bunch of real shitty experiences that have made me “strong”. But I’m not real interested in radical positivity these days. I’m more drawn to just feeling the feels. Embracing the edge.

But here is something I’ve learned recently about hanging on. You can enjoy the view while you are dangling from the edge. Turns out we can feel more than one thing at a time. Grief and happiness. Disappointment and contentment. Satisfaction and desire. Anger and love.

So embrace the edge and look around. Turns out there’s lots to see.