Gather round all you clowns, let me hear you sayyyy

Do you ever feel melancholy?

Y'know, the blues.

Like an aching feeling that just seems to be trying to claw its way from the inside out?

Bone deep?

When it hurts so bad you just want to cry and feel the comfort in being sad?

And, even though it hurts like your soul is being rent in two, the release, the surrender... to that sadness... it feels comforting.

Like when you were growing up and Home was your parents' house. You had your lunchbox; you knew where you stood, what you had to do, there was mac and cheese, and it was easy and you had love and this construct in your head of The Way Things Were Going To Be.

But one day, you eventually wake up to find that is not the case, and in fact, it isn't even close. So you do the best that you can with what you have to try and live a good life, do unto others, try to be cool, live with integrity, maybe learn to play guitar or speak Spanish along the way. If you do, great. If you don't, well, hey, you gave it the old college try.

You look back and wonder how that became this.

You do.

It'll happen, no matter what you do or where you are.

(((And who really cares what you do or where you are? It's who you are that matters.)))

If you're lucky (which I am, beyond freaking belief), you'll take some time, look around, and you just might find, you just might find....

You get what you need.
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P.S. Say a prayer for Blain's mom. Think some good thoughts, send some positive vibrations... just do it. She is fighting an aggressive cancer, and doing her level best to fight the good fight.

Send her some love, will you?

She's a phenomenal woman.