But mostly, I’m content. I’m just…feeling really OK with myself, and if that’s what getting older is all about, then bring it on.
I don’t need you anymore because I’ve decided that whatever I’m doing at any moment that brings me the smallest inkling of joy is my new measure of success.
At Coachella two years ago, my best friend and I had discussed the possibility of taking REAL drugs, like MDMA, or Ecstasy, but agreed we wouldn’t seek it out. If it happened to land in our hands, we would take it. Real Zen. But in reality, who the hell was just going to GIVE us expensive drugs?