Namaste international love tribe
Last night I slammed my right pinkie in one of the windows lining the glass box that I live in. It hurt like a BITCH. Ironically, I was just having a conversation with a mate of mine about my somewhat sad tolerance for physical pain.
Two things let me know how bad I hurt myself last night, 1. the amount of blood and, 2. the fact that I literally threw up from the warning pangs being physiologically shot through my body. Ugh.
I worked from home today. I understand my desk is only an eight minute walk from my bed, but the oozing pus-ness of my baby finger led me to believe I should leave my colleagues out.
This is the most physical pain I’ve endured. I threw my back out once, I also sprained my ankle – nearly chopping the top of my finger off hurt the most.
Somehow this all adds up in my head.
As far as my time on earth goes, I am so happy thatI have traveled around and back. With an upcoming election in the United States of America – I realize I will be moving again in the not-too-far future.
I think my greatest achievement so far, this life – is that I have no identity with any sect. I was born in Illinois for some reason, I move around as much as I can. And I travel “internationally” whenever possible.
Which is a lot… because, I proudly work. Hard.