I have to flex for a hot minute.. When I say I have the best of friends, I’m not bragging. I’m just stating a basic truth. Ditch the catty bitches and find yourself a jail cell -sharing, shovel handy, dig ready, no questions asked, ride or die friend.

There is something to be said for an inflatable dinosaur costume dance party. Friends who will listen to a story you want to tell, while you stand in a doorway -stoned out of your mind, thinking you are telling her; as she patiently waits in complete silence for over 20 minutes. Friends who get dark with you, going deep and getting dirty; into that place “happy people” are afraid to talk about because, much like Artex in the swamp of sadness… the overwhelm of despair threatens to pull you under and truthfully; not many people are equipped to handle it.

I am so thankful for those friends. Yet, as I feel most humans do, I chase the ones that treat me poorly. I look to pleasing those that would let me die of thirst before offering a drink. I beg attention from the ones that use me as a last resort. Why is that? Why do we always want the unattainable? Instead of appreciating and fully focusing on those that surround us and lift us up, celebrating what we find joy in, encouraging our growth and achievements, wanting us to thrive instead of merely surviving.

So for all my true ride or dies, this is an appreciation post for you. Stay authentically you. May you always be filled with love, laughter and sass. Anyone who tells you that you aren’t enough should be cursed with a thousand itches and no hands to scratch with. The stench of BO on their upper lip with no way to get rid of it. To have their least favorite singer on full blast and constant loop with multiple skips throughout -forever playing in their ears. (To answer your question -no, I have not given any thought to this subject prior and yes I do own a voodoo doll)

Gloves in my back pocket and makeup wipes for the dirt, I’m ready to help you conquer the world my friends!

The CR