I got high. Strike that. I AM high. God it feels good.

An Almond Magnum, gotten at a dairy. It was like a party in my mouth. Whitakers Creamy Milk - 1/4 a large block. A strong Good Fortune coffee from Petone made in our Aeropress. More Creamy Milk. Yes, I am high on sugar and coffee. And did I forget life? I’m really enjoying not being sharp and clear but instead feeling loose and a bit out of myself. Quite literally, high.

As many of you know, I’m a recovering alcoholic. I've been sober for a decade, and that remains one of the things I’m proudest of in my life. But sometimes, I just want not to think so bloody much. Sometimes I just wanna let go.

These days I usually use hard excercise to get away from my fierce thinking brain but I put my neck out and the painkillers aren’t quite working and I’m not working out today, so damn it, bring on the sugar.

Not that I was having a bad day. In fact, I’ve had the most lovely day, spending a good deal of it horizontal in a warm and cosy and sunlit room. But I just felt like getting away from myself for a while. Know what I mean?

Jeez it’s been fun to have a wee one person party. My poor partner, having to deal with a fast-talking bright-eyed sugar-rushed woman in the middle of the afternoon….

By the time you read this post, I’ll be crashed out, down from the high, ready to calmly watch Netflix for the evening and return to my well-behaved way of being tomorrow… :-). [and I’ll probably have a sugar hangover too, but hey, that’s nothing a good hard sweaty workout won’t cure… . and it will have been worth it. ]

I love my life, my focussed mostly-sensible emotionally available clear way of being in the world. But sometimes a girl just wants to have fun... :-). You feel me?

[I got high, 2020 is availalbe as a limited edition studioprint]