Something tripped out and a little tricked out to match the weather, maybe. Just maybe, if anything matches this. I shouldn’t trip out on the weather though. It’s summer in New York City. It’s just a little hotter than usual, for a little longer. It’s kind of a fucking mess. Every major city in The West has this weather right now. It’s like bad karma for fucking with the equatorial nations. They sent this along for revenge. This is what we get. Tough shit. It is what it is.

I dig this mix though. It moves along at that steamy, equatorial pace. It’s like hot tar, greasy and deliberate. The groove sticks to everything and whatever it touches is not going to be the same. You’re not going to be able to get it clean.

So yah, it’s hot. Love the mix but not going to say I don’t miss the cooler weather. I don’t do so well in this shit. I’m making the best of it but damn it’s hot.

No joke.

I do find myself saying it a lot though. It is what it is, and everything is everything. It’s a statement of acceptance. Acceptance of things I don’t really have control over. I’m not going to be that guy. I’m not getting tagged with that headline, “OLD MAN SHOUTS AT CLOUDS.” This too shall pass. All things must pass. All things must pass away. Thank you, George Harrison. Truer words rarely spoken. All things must pass. All things must pass away.

And that’s okay too. There are all these things and people that I’ve lost over the years and so many times it felt like I would never get past the grief. I do though and that’s how things work. I still grieve from time to time for a couple people but mostly I remember them fondly. Something will trigger a memory and knowing that they are gone for good doesn’t exactly make it a happy memory, but it’s not like before. It’s not like getting smacked upside the head with a brick. There is no jarring pain anymore. No heaviness. No sadness that weights so heavily that it’s hard to stay upright. That’s all lessened as acceptance has taken over.

The past is still a prison and it would be easy enough to walk back inside and shut myself in there. That’s all my choice now though, so I can walk back in and collect the souvenirs that I left in there, but I’m free to come and go as I please. Memory and nostalgia are not slamming the steel doors behind me and keeping me in. I’m not trapped back there.

Now I need to work on the future some but that’s a process too. One day the fear of tomorrow or the next day will leave me. Maybe it will be just in time to run out of tomorrows, but that’s okay too. Day by day things get easier. I can promise anyone that who is suffering. It does get easier.

It gets easier.

Just ease into the grooves here and it will be easier for now. Most of the things you’re sweating at the moment will sort themselves with no action on your part, because most of them are just fears and feelings. They’re not real. I promise you that they are not real.

Selah.