Our dreams…and they were made out of real things…were like a shoebox of photographs. Sepia-toned loving.
Some injuries can be much deeper than they appear to be and the healing process is a long and arduous one. Today I’ll tell you about one of those…or two.
Today I’ve got an apology, a special guest and a fun little story. From all those good and crazy people, my friends.
If you like What Some Would Call Lies…might I suggest you give one of my favorite podcasts a try? This week I suggest you try out I Like You. This weekly show about love, like dating, and the opposite of those things is informative while still entertaining. I Like You can be found in itunes or by going to ILikeYouPodcast.com.
Like a six-year-old on the monkey bars…I’ve let go of the rung behind me and I’m reaching out toward the rung in front of me. I’m sort of in between. Sort of hopeful. Sort of excited. And sort of terrified.
If you want to follow me on the journey, I’ll be posting photos to Instagram (username mrmikelawson) or tweeting (@mrmikelawson)
And if you live in the Bay Area, hit me up. I’m rebuilding my friend database and would love to meet!