Dear Loco,

Dear Loco,

I’m just going to keep telling you how much I got done, which I did.

I did the dishes, I did the litter tray, I cleaned out Luna’s secret terrace poop spot 😒

I feel so good, and am also reminded just how all my strokes come from doing, and not being. From the conditional, and not the unconditional.

I probably projected this on to you, but I know most days just knowing you existed was enough.

I hope I can remember through you just being is enough value. The point of life is to just be.