There's No Time

         The year is almost over. Many of us are relieved and some are nervous as we start 2018 with an understandable amount of anxiety.

         But like, here’s the thing -- stop. Stop being scared.

         Stop spending your time on Facebook complaining. Stop complaining in general. Stop worrying about what Trump is going to do next.

         Stop being scared and forget casual, wear the oversized crystal drop earrings and feather boa to the dive bar.

         Stop being scared and forget the other kind of casual and fuck someone that you love.

         Forget casual and make a commitment. 

          Stop being scared and forget your stretch marks and wear a bikini.

         Eat chocolate for breakfast

         Nuclear war could start any minute so can you please just tell that person that you think they’re cute?!

         I know it’s easier said than done but do it sooner rather than later. ‘Later’ is just wishful thinking and who knows if we will be that lucky. Lucky enough to have a ‘later’ or a tomorrow.

         As we head into this New Year, I will be angry. As most of the scary things we will have left in 2017, now I just have to be angry about them. As I write this on December 12, 2017, I have no idea what our internet will be like. I’m still waiting on whether or not there will be a pedophile in the senate. 

         Update: One of these things went well and one of them went poorly. The important thing is - the good guys are winning again.

         Never let that anger die.

         Never stop reading, either. Never stop writing how you feel. Never stop your storytelling. Never stop painting and drawing and writing poems. Please, God, make your movies and play them for your friends.

         We have no time to be censored.

         We do have time to break the rules. Break them and stand still. 

         We do have time to tell each other our stories. We have time to get a camera and take photos of very pink flowers and use those same flowers to cover ourselves. We have time to make our own Sunset Boulevard. We have time to read our poems. We have time to cry and laugh with each other. We have time to scream at the time of our lungs and then sing; sing about the wonderful life we will live as we break every little rule.



Bring it on, 2018. We can take it.



“Note to self: None of us are getting out of here alive, so please stop treating yourself like an afterthought. Eat the delicious food. Walk in the sunshine. Jump in the ocean. Say the truth that you’re carrying in your heart like hidden treasure. Be silly. Be kind. Be weird. There’s no time for anything else.” - Nanea Hoffman



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