40

I’ve been pretty happy for the most part, I’ve been doing well in school and consistently producing poetry. I love art, whether it be written, drawn or splattered on a broken canvas - I’m starting to find more creative outlets and it’s been really relaxing. 

My ex and me are done communicating, I often find that when I ruin things a better world results. 

I often think that my reality is too beautiful, too magical. I embrace how amazing my reality is but also question whether it is the calm before the storm, I’ve been incredibly happy/productive and like all natural balances in the world something's got to give (at least that’s how I feel).

I texted the girl I like here at the lodge (I sent her a song) and she never responded, she didn’t even like my message. Normally I would be out and about, I’d be spending most days/nights down in Salt Lake City but I’m silly and already blew my entire paycheck - I also just have no desire to pursue relations outside of what naturally occurs.

My ideal night is cooking food and making some random art/exploring new music. I already put more effort in than I normally would, I’m probably not going to put much more in. 

I’d like to come out of this summer with some money in my pocket, at least enough to buy a sailboat. The Journey to 30 requires that I sail the Atlantic and I’ll settle for nothing less. Ready to sail the Atlantic? It’s a question I keep asking myself… I have a number of friends down to send the journey… and what a tale it would be. Christopher Columbus sailed the ocean into my waters and I suppose it’s my responsibility to sail that british flag right back.