Fingering life

So, I’m a dumbass.

I do this thing where I set dates for myself, but as soon as I set dates or like force myself to finish something using a time constraint I never want to actively work on that thing.

Like, I told myself I was going to upload recent photoshoots to the website, I was going to start some social media posts, I was going to market my book on a few websites since I’ve literally done ZERO fucking marketing (for either book now), and I was going to reply to emails that have been needing to be replied to for…well, way too long.

I also still need to finalize the finished copy of my new poetry book, The Walking Embodiment of Impulsive Thoughts, which I have not done.

Instead, I’ve been fucking off.

I’ve been picking up shifts at my little mundane job.

I’ve been spending so much time with my babies.

I’ve been thinking about the universe.

I’ve been scrolling social media.

I’ve been reading books.

I’ve been deep cleaning my house, and going through all my shit.

I’ve been working out regularly.

I’ve been actively writing almost every night.

Basically, I’ve been doing everything except what I’m “supposed” to be doing.

But, somehow, I’m okay with it.

I am well aware the discipline it takes to accomplish goals, but all this stuff feels like it’s important to succeed in my goals too.

I need to nurture everything. Taking the time to enjoy these simple pleasures, actively in the moment, are just as — if not, way way more — important than what I “need” to be doing.

In fact, they probably make it so when I do come back to my goals…my path…that I’m more successful in doing so.

I’m taking the advice of Joey Diaz, which is to finger your audience before you fuck them in the butthole.

And that’s what I’m doing to life.

I’m just enjoying the ride. Fingering it a little.

Rubbing its clit, and loving the moment.

Before it, or I, gets fucked in the butthole.