š£ I didnāt ask to be born
The Book of TREE 1.4
A lot of mornings when I wake up, the first thing I tell myself is: life is a gift.
My life is a gift.
Your life is a gift.
The chances of your particular set of chromosomes and DNA coming into existence are stupidly ridiculously extremely very small (1 in 10 followed by 2,685,000 zeroes). But here you are.
Your life is a beautiful gift to the neighbourhood.
Enjoy!
Manic Street Preachers adding some hard rock and ahh ahhs to Massive Attackās Inertia Creeps. It totally works. The original is pretty great too, obvs.
Enjoy the weekend, you beautiful gift!
Jeff
Oh I get lost in these feelings a lot. I think as a creative, I could argue your feelings of not belonging here are amplified when your work is your art. "Why won't they trust me on this being the best creative solution" and every flavor of that. Any time I get there I listen to Dissect the Bird by John Craigie and I'm reminded that I'm here for a reason. And now I'll work on reminding myself that's a gift.
Thanks! You, too! First day living in Prescott be like 20 degrees cooler than Whetstonešŗ