Happy Place

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The summer heat is something I generally shrug off. 107 degrees fails to shock or deter me. I have accepted that Texas can feel like a hell mouth for 6 months out of the year. That’s fine. There are plenty of ways to cool off. You can wear less, take a cold shower, have some coconut water, a popsicle, get someone to turn the hose on you or go for a swim at Barton springs. Every day. Unless there’s a pandemic and you don’t feel safe getting in it. The pool IS open but I don’t quite trust it. It is a mega bummer. Barton springs became my happy place in early sobriety. I went there every night to cool off and swim laps instead of bellying up at the bar. I burned off all that raw anxiety, felt reborn and slept like a gd baby every night. Until I trust the pool I guess my new happy place is JuiceLand. It does smell like bananas and there is a lot of shade.. I like that. The drinks are solid and zero proof. The people are friendly. All things I like. Yeah there’s no where to cannonball and it would be inappropriate if anyone were to take their top off but, they accept me for the sweaty stinky mess I am. That’s something. Cheers, to adjusting, to new happy places, to fall.. pray for an early fall.

Day 185: The Rehydrator! Watermelon, raspberry, mango, peach, beet, coconut oil, mint, lime and sea salt. Delightful.

Here is an old shot from the pool one night, just before I dove in..

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