Better Moody on any given Thursday

Pausing for a moment

Being alive is weird. One day you’re sipping coffee like a functioning adult, and the next, your emotions look like an abstract painting you can’t explain to anyone — not even yourself. But that’s the point, isn’t it?

I’ve been working on my new book, “The book of Eidra,” and it hit me… when the colors run, that’s when you’re operating at the most cellular level — stripped down, raw, and fully human. It’s like the soul’s version of sweating. You can’t fake it, and you shouldn’t try to clean it up too fast. All I see is what is next and hopefully the blessings continue to roll indefinitely.

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