Today I’m going to smash radiation #18. And since 18 means life, and I like life, nope, LOVE it actually, I am excited for radiation today and all days.
You buzz at a different frequency when you’re young. Probably because you don’t know shit about shit. Oh, for the bikini bod and empty brain of 18 year old me. What I would give to do 18 again. We had so much fun that year. It was a precipice. We were on the verge. It was magical and dreadful sometimes and weird always and we have 4x6 photos but thank god we didn’t have instagram. Yet, strangely, there are tattoos. Real ones.
When I was 18 I didn’t know shit about gratitude. 18 was chaos and uncertainty. It was wild and crazy. It was new. Now I’m a middle aged lady in a tankini with 3 new tattoos of the earth as seen from a great great distance. Today, I’m excited and grateful to smash that 18th radiation.
*(of 30 if you’re counting)