Would you want to know if I wrote about you? Would you want to know I had a thought about you that was so strong that I literally wrote about it… days or hours or weeks or months or years later?

Because of my #poem follow setting on Instagram, I see lots of mushy posts and things that make you think and sometimes, and most notably in this case, about a million male “poets” writing about women.

Suddenly you feel silky soft latex rub along your skin. This feels weird… but in a bad way?… Then warm drips of wax that honestly feels great

Your eyes are closed and your fingertips are just barely touching your cheeks. You are completely encased in a glorious stream of perfectly warm water.

What was the coolest place I visited on my trip from New York to California and back again? Where would I go back to again? Where would I never go back to, ever?

Rescue your hair that’s now trapped by said chunky sweater and gently squeezing cold wet water on your skin. Give your hair a tussle and stare back in your gilded mirror…

My time in wine sales has taught me a lot of things. It taught me what I was willing to do to make a sale and most importantly, what I was not willing to do just to meet my monthly sales goals.

Sorry I’ve been slacking. I haven’t written a new post in weeks at this point. Life got a little out of hand, as per usual. Let’s give a quick recap of the last few weeks…

Life goes a little something like this: Wake up (ish) for plus or minus seven minutes to an alarm that is so quiet it’s astounding it’s actually doing a good job of waking you up except for the fact that those tones are just so damn annoying at that hour that you’re really not surprised in the slightest that it does the trick.

Profile bios are the worst to create. In no way can 150 words define a person. Especially when that person barely knows what they want to be when they grow up even though they might happen to be a grown ass adult already who’s just confused and at a crossroads in their life and looking to pursue a new career path but aren’t 100 percent sure what that’s going to look like yet.

Do you even know how many tip posts about blogging are out there with titles like “how to crank out tons of bullshit posts to get followers in less time!” It’s like a bad used car salesman situation out there.

The new Borat movie, Borat Subsequent Moviefilm - I cringed, my jaw dropped, and I laughed my ass off… but most of all, Borat exposed the worst of us.

Based on my experiences in the car thus far, I am confident that if the car says you will make it to your final destination - you will. You just might have to go 62 miles per hour on a highway with a speed limit of 80 on occasion…

The World’s Only Corn Palace is a spectacle for pretty much anyone driving along I-90 in South Dakota. It’s a short 10 minute trip off the highway, there are guaranteed to be bathrooms, there is a Tesla supercharging station (huzzah!), and it’s been written about and documented enough that you know its an actual legit place and not some place where serial killers wait out for the lone tourist to arrive.

I firmly believe that nice guys don’t always finish last and the loudest one in the room does not always win the conversation. However, sometimes even nice guys needs to raise their voice, put douchebags in their place, and make a stand.

A few years ago, Union Wine Co was the first on the scene with their line of Underwood cans. It had a slow start. People were skeptical, consumers were rather confused, and shop owners had no idea how to highlight such a product on the shelf. "In what world could wine taste good out of a can?" they thought.

I LOVE when people tell me I can’t do something, when people are convinced I am less than, and when people have no qualms about saying shit like that out loud to my face. I love it, because I love proving people wrong.

One particular night I found myself waxing downright poetic about NYC and why it’s amazing and awesome and insert other overly positive adjectives here. It made me realize that even though I’ve traveled all over the US, I just can’t help but write about New York first.

This return road trip from California to New York definitely got the better of me and I completely without-a-doubtedly slacked in keeping up with my blog posts. But fear not!

I regret everything I thought about doing but was too chicken to do. Everything. All because I doubted myself in that moment for whatever reason and had that little voice in the back of my head that said “you can’t do this” or “you shouldn’t do that” or “you don’t deserve this” while trying to work out the pros and cons. You know what I think? Fuck that voice.