Okay, sleep and tea do a body good. Tonight will mark the first evening of many to come where I either have only one glass of wine or none.
Being grounded is not designed to make you feel sane.
Foundation and apathy dance on a blurry line depending on how well you challenge and motivate yourself throughout the construction of the place you feel grounded. People tend to go three little pig style, trial and error, moving from grass hut to stick shack to a brick house.
I on the other hand, built a trampoline. My foundation is reliant on a system of metal springs and plastic, gravity and the weather. Slip once and you could get seriously jacked but that double bounce the rain enables is like finding the secret level of mushrooms in the clouds on Mario.
Don't get me wrong. Sometimes I retreat to underneath my launch pad, building a make-shift cave from blankets and palm frans and grape vines. Know your tools inside and out, top and bottom. Lay on your back and watch how light drips through the cracks and onto your eager tongue and gaping mouth.
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