We are alive and breathing. Been off the grid, for some days in a row telling truths from this chair. Leon and I were in very good hands. It matters to work with good humans, to do good work. That’s all I want. And peace. Am I doing ok? I never know how to answer that. Lately no, not at all. But doing this work, even if draining, helped. The whole point is to help. The other things I want to do… what it seems most of you want me to do too, depends on whether I get the help to do it. It may be too late. Then all I’ll have is the story of how it almost happened, but didn’t. That doesn’t seem like the right ending. I’m still here. I still love you all. Leon is still a very good boy. We’re both sleepy. Goodnight. 🌙 💓 @oneluckyrescuedog
We are alive and breathing. Been off the grid, for some days in a row telling truths from this chair. Leon and I were in very good hands. It matters to work with good humans, to do good work. That’s all I want. And peace. Am I doing ok? I never know how to answer that. Lately no, not at all. But doing this work, even if draining, helped. The whole point is to help. The other things I want to do… what it seems most of you want me to do too, depends on whether I get the help to do it. It may be too late. Then all I’ll have is the story of how it almost happened, but didn’t. That doesn’t seem like the right ending. I’m still here. I still love you all. Leon is still a very good boy. We’re both sleepy. Goodnight. 🌙 💓 @oneluckyrescuedog
Pressures have built all at the same time. I’m cracking. Also something’s shifted and I don’t understand most interactions. I now viscerally feel discomfort when replying with “good” to a polite doorman’s “how are you?” asked in passing as I’m rushing past with Leon hoping he keeps his diaper dry. I overthink everything but don’t know how not to. As a result of this shift, which I don’t understand, I seem nearly incapable of politely lying about my feelings. I can’t do it anymore. It’s going to be awkward. It already is. I cry a lot. Doing it in front of others has been among my biggest fears and now facing it as I sometimes can’t stop even when I have to walk Leon. What’s coming up and out is, I think, what’s been stuck over a lifetime. There’s so much that I think maybe it’s more than just mine, coming out through me. I have to let go of things. Pressure is too much. Also I’m stuck. I wrote a thing to post but it’s not done, and will make some ppl uncomfortable but oh well. So many here say you’re rooting for me and that lifts me. Or, holds me up. 🙏🏻✨ I still believe in myself too. But also I’m sort of drowning. Some of the pressure is near term financial. How I got here partially covered in that NYmag thing titled “BV2?” but everything is just part of the story. I’ve always thought I can handle anything, will figure it out. Things will work out. Solutions will appear. I’m strong. But also I’m weakened and cracking. Have been skating on the edge of getting by and recently one of my skates fell off. Things are not always as they appear. Struggling with how to word this. If 1% of the ppl following here (though most won’t read this) signed up for the lowest tier on my Patreon, I’d heave out a sigh of relief—a layer of pressure would lift so I can figure out how to fix the boat. Links to all the stuff (also in case Patreon not your thing) in my bio links. Must now hit “ok” before I lose nerve. All of this is awkward. But then this entire human experience is awkward so no choice but to exhale and embrace it. I’m lucky and grateful still, even in the unraveling. ✨💓 🌺🦆🐾💫🌎
Pressures have built all at the same time. I’m cracking. Also something’s shifted and I don’t understand most interactions. I now viscerally feel discomfort when replying with “good” to a polite doorman’s “how are you?” asked in passing as I’m rushing past with Leon hoping he keeps his diaper dry. I overthink everything but don’t know how not to. As a result of this shift, which I don’t understand, I seem nearly incapable of politely lying about my feelings. I can’t do it anymore. It’s going to be awkward. It already is. I cry a lot. Doing it in front of others has been among my biggest fears and now facing it as I sometimes can’t stop even when I have to walk Leon. What’s coming up and out is, I think, what’s been stuck over a lifetime. There’s so much that I think maybe it’s more than just mine, coming out through me. I have to let go of things. Pressure is too much. Also I’m stuck. I wrote a thing to post but it’s not done, and will make some ppl uncomfortable but oh well. So many here say you’re rooting for me and that lifts me. Or, holds me up. 🙏🏻✨ I still believe in myself too. But also I’m sort of drowning. Some of the pressure is near term financial. How I got here partially covered in that NYmag thing titled “BV2?” but everything is just part of the story. I’ve always thought I can handle anything, will figure it out. Things will work out. Solutions will appear. I’m strong. But also I’m weakened and cracking. Have been skating on the edge of getting by and recently one of my skates fell off. Things are not always as they appear. Struggling with how to word this. If 1% of the ppl following here (though most won’t read this) signed up for the lowest tier on my Patreon, I’d heave out a sigh of relief—a layer of pressure would lift so I can figure out how to fix the boat. Links to all the stuff (also in case Patreon not your thing) in my bio links. Must now hit “ok” before I lose nerve. All of this is awkward. But then this entire human experience is awkward so no choice but to exhale and embrace it. I’m lucky and grateful still, even in the unraveling. ✨💓 🌺🦆🐾💫🌎
Pressures have built all at the same time. I’m cracking. Also something’s shifted and I don’t understand most interactions. I now viscerally feel discomfort when replying with “good” to a polite doorman’s “how are you?” asked in passing as I’m rushing past with Leon hoping he keeps his diaper dry. I overthink everything but don’t know how not to. As a result of this shift, which I don’t understand, I seem nearly incapable of politely lying about my feelings. I can’t do it anymore. It’s going to be awkward. It already is. I cry a lot. Doing it in front of others has been among my biggest fears and now facing it as I sometimes can’t stop even when I have to walk Leon. What’s coming up and out is, I think, what’s been stuck over a lifetime. There’s so much that I think maybe it’s more than just mine, coming out through me. I have to let go of things. Pressure is too much. Also I’m stuck. I wrote a thing to post but it’s not done, and will make some ppl uncomfortable but oh well. So many here say you’re rooting for me and that lifts me. Or, holds me up. 🙏🏻✨ I still believe in myself too. But also I’m sort of drowning. Some of the pressure is near term financial. How I got here partially covered in that NYmag thing titled “BV2?” but everything is just part of the story. I’ve always thought I can handle anything, will figure it out. Things will work out. Solutions will appear. I’m strong. But also I’m weakened and cracking. Have been skating on the edge of getting by and recently one of my skates fell off. Things are not always as they appear. Struggling with how to word this. If 1% of the ppl following here (though most won’t read this) signed up for the lowest tier on my Patreon, I’d heave out a sigh of relief—a layer of pressure would lift so I can figure out how to fix the boat. Links to all the stuff (also in case Patreon not your thing) in my bio links. Must now hit “ok” before I lose nerve. All of this is awkward. But then this entire human experience is awkward so no choice but to exhale and embrace it. I’m lucky and grateful still, even in the unraveling. ✨💓 🌺🦆🐾💫🌎
Pressures have built all at the same time. I’m cracking. Also something’s shifted and I don’t understand most interactions. I now viscerally feel discomfort when replying with “good” to a polite doorman’s “how are you?” asked in passing as I’m rushing past with Leon hoping he keeps his diaper dry. I overthink everything but don’t know how not to. As a result of this shift, which I don’t understand, I seem nearly incapable of politely lying about my feelings. I can’t do it anymore. It’s going to be awkward. It already is. I cry a lot. Doing it in front of others has been among my biggest fears and now facing it as I sometimes can’t stop even when I have to walk Leon. What’s coming up and out is, I think, what’s been stuck over a lifetime. There’s so much that I think maybe it’s more than just mine, coming out through me. I have to let go of things. Pressure is too much. Also I’m stuck. I wrote a thing to post but it’s not done, and will make some ppl uncomfortable but oh well. So many here say you’re rooting for me and that lifts me. Or, holds me up. 🙏🏻✨ I still believe in myself too. But also I’m sort of drowning. Some of the pressure is near term financial. How I got here partially covered in that NYmag thing titled “BV2?” but everything is just part of the story. I’ve always thought I can handle anything, will figure it out. Things will work out. Solutions will appear. I’m strong. But also I’m weakened and cracking. Have been skating on the edge of getting by and recently one of my skates fell off. Things are not always as they appear. Struggling with how to word this. If 1% of the ppl following here (though most won’t read this) signed up for the lowest tier on my Patreon, I’d heave out a sigh of relief—a layer of pressure would lift so I can figure out how to fix the boat. Links to all the stuff (also in case Patreon not your thing) in my bio links. Must now hit “ok” before I lose nerve. All of this is awkward. But then this entire human experience is awkward so no choice but to exhale and embrace it. I’m lucky and grateful still, even in the unraveling. ✨💓 🌺🦆🐾💫🌎
Pressures have built all at the same time. I’m cracking. Also something’s shifted and I don’t understand most interactions. I now viscerally feel discomfort when replying with “good” to a polite doorman’s “how are you?” asked in passing as I’m rushing past with Leon hoping he keeps his diaper dry. I overthink everything but don’t know how not to. As a result of this shift, which I don’t understand, I seem nearly incapable of politely lying about my feelings. I can’t do it anymore. It’s going to be awkward. It already is. I cry a lot. Doing it in front of others has been among my biggest fears and now facing it as I sometimes can’t stop even when I have to walk Leon. What’s coming up and out is, I think, what’s been stuck over a lifetime. There’s so much that I think maybe it’s more than just mine, coming out through me. I have to let go of things. Pressure is too much. Also I’m stuck. I wrote a thing to post but it’s not done, and will make some ppl uncomfortable but oh well. So many here say you’re rooting for me and that lifts me. Or, holds me up. 🙏🏻✨ I still believe in myself too. But also I’m sort of drowning. Some of the pressure is near term financial. How I got here partially covered in that NYmag thing titled “BV2?” but everything is just part of the story. I’ve always thought I can handle anything, will figure it out. Things will work out. Solutions will appear. I’m strong. But also I’m weakened and cracking. Have been skating on the edge of getting by and recently one of my skates fell off. Things are not always as they appear. Struggling with how to word this. If 1% of the ppl following here (though most won’t read this) signed up for the lowest tier on my Patreon, I’d heave out a sigh of relief—a layer of pressure would lift so I can figure out how to fix the boat. Links to all the stuff (also in case Patreon not your thing) in my bio links. Must now hit “ok” before I lose nerve. All of this is awkward. But then this entire human experience is awkward so no choice but to exhale and embrace it. I’m lucky and grateful still, even in the unraveling. ✨💓 🌺🦆🐾💫🌎
Pressures have built all at the same time. I’m cracking. Also something’s shifted and I don’t understand most interactions. I now viscerally feel discomfort when replying with “good” to a polite doorman’s “how are you?” asked in passing as I’m rushing past with Leon hoping he keeps his diaper dry. I overthink everything but don’t know how not to. As a result of this shift, which I don’t understand, I seem nearly incapable of politely lying about my feelings. I can’t do it anymore. It’s going to be awkward. It already is. I cry a lot. Doing it in front of others has been among my biggest fears and now facing it as I sometimes can’t stop even when I have to walk Leon. What’s coming up and out is, I think, what’s been stuck over a lifetime. There’s so much that I think maybe it’s more than just mine, coming out through me. I have to let go of things. Pressure is too much. Also I’m stuck. I wrote a thing to post but it’s not done, and will make some ppl uncomfortable but oh well. So many here say you’re rooting for me and that lifts me. Or, holds me up. 🙏🏻✨ I still believe in myself too. But also I’m sort of drowning. Some of the pressure is near term financial. How I got here partially covered in that NYmag thing titled “BV2?” but everything is just part of the story. I’ve always thought I can handle anything, will figure it out. Things will work out. Solutions will appear. I’m strong. But also I’m weakened and cracking. Have been skating on the edge of getting by and recently one of my skates fell off. Things are not always as they appear. Struggling with how to word this. If 1% of the ppl following here (though most won’t read this) signed up for the lowest tier on my Patreon, I’d heave out a sigh of relief—a layer of pressure would lift so I can figure out how to fix the boat. Links to all the stuff (also in case Patreon not your thing) in my bio links. Must now hit “ok” before I lose nerve. All of this is awkward. But then this entire human experience is awkward so no choice but to exhale and embrace it. I’m lucky and grateful still, even in the unraveling. ✨💓 🌺🦆🐾💫🌎
Days like today (70, sunny, perfect☀️) make me think about the garden @purefoodandwine and how it should be now. I moved back to NYC early last year thinking it’d have been open late last summer, maybe fall. Sorry for the sappy music but it felt right. First photos are of course from years ago. The last two I took today when Leon and I went in, as we do regularly. Today all the surrounding places were full of happy outdoor diners, first warm sunny Sunday. This last year has been… not sure I can describe it concisely. Have cried more than in all my other years combined, I’m pretty sure. Maybe will write a thing—I feel like I need to write a thing and put it out and feel relieved at least for that. What I want is actual relief. And for that place to be open for you. I feel like that’s the reason I’m here, on this 🌎. Meanwhile Leon is doing what dogs do and slowing down. He’s probably also tired of watching me purge emotions, and depriving him of adventures and the company of other people. I want his time to be happy. What has to happen for it to open? Good question. Maybe it won’t. But it could—if a few things slide into place and humans are reasonable. I think it’s supposed to. I’ve leaned into the concept of surrender. ✨ I don’t feel like anything is up to me. But I’m here for it. Quietly preparing 🌱🦆💫 I love you all (but also for the love of god plz don’t drop in my DMs the suggestion that I move to [insert random town] to open something there. I am here. Stuck. But also this is home. That space is home.)
Days like today (70, sunny, perfect☀️) make me think about the garden @purefoodandwine and how it should be now. I moved back to NYC early last year thinking it’d have been open late last summer, maybe fall. Sorry for the sappy music but it felt right. First photos are of course from years ago. The last two I took today when Leon and I went in, as we do regularly. Today all the surrounding places were full of happy outdoor diners, first warm sunny Sunday. This last year has been… not sure I can describe it concisely. Have cried more than in all my other years combined, I’m pretty sure. Maybe will write a thing—I feel like I need to write a thing and put it out and feel relieved at least for that. What I want is actual relief. And for that place to be open for you. I feel like that’s the reason I’m here, on this 🌎. Meanwhile Leon is doing what dogs do and slowing down. He’s probably also tired of watching me purge emotions, and depriving him of adventures and the company of other people. I want his time to be happy. What has to happen for it to open? Good question. Maybe it won’t. But it could—if a few things slide into place and humans are reasonable. I think it’s supposed to. I’ve leaned into the concept of surrender. ✨ I don’t feel like anything is up to me. But I’m here for it. Quietly preparing 🌱🦆💫 I love you all (but also for the love of god plz don’t drop in my DMs the suggestion that I move to [insert random town] to open something there. I am here. Stuck. But also this is home. That space is home.)
Days like today (70, sunny, perfect☀️) make me think about the garden @purefoodandwine and how it should be now. I moved back to NYC early last year thinking it’d have been open late last summer, maybe fall. Sorry for the sappy music but it felt right. First photos are of course from years ago. The last two I took today when Leon and I went in, as we do regularly. Today all the surrounding places were full of happy outdoor diners, first warm sunny Sunday. This last year has been… not sure I can describe it concisely. Have cried more than in all my other years combined, I’m pretty sure. Maybe will write a thing—I feel like I need to write a thing and put it out and feel relieved at least for that. What I want is actual relief. And for that place to be open for you. I feel like that’s the reason I’m here, on this 🌎. Meanwhile Leon is doing what dogs do and slowing down. He’s probably also tired of watching me purge emotions, and depriving him of adventures and the company of other people. I want his time to be happy. What has to happen for it to open? Good question. Maybe it won’t. But it could—if a few things slide into place and humans are reasonable. I think it’s supposed to. I’ve leaned into the concept of surrender. ✨ I don’t feel like anything is up to me. But I’m here for it. Quietly preparing 🌱🦆💫 I love you all (but also for the love of god plz don’t drop in my DMs the suggestion that I move to [insert random town] to open something there. I am here. Stuck. But also this is home. That space is home.)
Days like today (70, sunny, perfect☀️) make me think about the garden @purefoodandwine and how it should be now. I moved back to NYC early last year thinking it’d have been open late last summer, maybe fall. Sorry for the sappy music but it felt right. First photos are of course from years ago. The last two I took today when Leon and I went in, as we do regularly. Today all the surrounding places were full of happy outdoor diners, first warm sunny Sunday. This last year has been… not sure I can describe it concisely. Have cried more than in all my other years combined, I’m pretty sure. Maybe will write a thing—I feel like I need to write a thing and put it out and feel relieved at least for that. What I want is actual relief. And for that place to be open for you. I feel like that’s the reason I’m here, on this 🌎. Meanwhile Leon is doing what dogs do and slowing down. He’s probably also tired of watching me purge emotions, and depriving him of adventures and the company of other people. I want his time to be happy. What has to happen for it to open? Good question. Maybe it won’t. But it could—if a few things slide into place and humans are reasonable. I think it’s supposed to. I’ve leaned into the concept of surrender. ✨ I don’t feel like anything is up to me. But I’m here for it. Quietly preparing 🌱🦆💫 I love you all (but also for the love of god plz don’t drop in my DMs the suggestion that I move to [insert random town] to open something there. I am here. Stuck. But also this is home. That space is home.)
Days like today (70, sunny, perfect☀️) make me think about the garden @purefoodandwine and how it should be now. I moved back to NYC early last year thinking it’d have been open late last summer, maybe fall. Sorry for the sappy music but it felt right. First photos are of course from years ago. The last two I took today when Leon and I went in, as we do regularly. Today all the surrounding places were full of happy outdoor diners, first warm sunny Sunday. This last year has been… not sure I can describe it concisely. Have cried more than in all my other years combined, I’m pretty sure. Maybe will write a thing—I feel like I need to write a thing and put it out and feel relieved at least for that. What I want is actual relief. And for that place to be open for you. I feel like that’s the reason I’m here, on this 🌎. Meanwhile Leon is doing what dogs do and slowing down. He’s probably also tired of watching me purge emotions, and depriving him of adventures and the company of other people. I want his time to be happy. What has to happen for it to open? Good question. Maybe it won’t. But it could—if a few things slide into place and humans are reasonable. I think it’s supposed to. I’ve leaned into the concept of surrender. ✨ I don’t feel like anything is up to me. But I’m here for it. Quietly preparing 🌱🦆💫 I love you all (but also for the love of god plz don’t drop in my DMs the suggestion that I move to [insert random town] to open something there. I am here. Stuck. But also this is home. That space is home.)
Days like today (70, sunny, perfect☀️) make me think about the garden @purefoodandwine and how it should be now. I moved back to NYC early last year thinking it’d have been open late last summer, maybe fall. Sorry for the sappy music but it felt right. First photos are of course from years ago. The last two I took today when Leon and I went in, as we do regularly. Today all the surrounding places were full of happy outdoor diners, first warm sunny Sunday. This last year has been… not sure I can describe it concisely. Have cried more than in all my other years combined, I’m pretty sure. Maybe will write a thing—I feel like I need to write a thing and put it out and feel relieved at least for that. What I want is actual relief. And for that place to be open for you. I feel like that’s the reason I’m here, on this 🌎. Meanwhile Leon is doing what dogs do and slowing down. He’s probably also tired of watching me purge emotions, and depriving him of adventures and the company of other people. I want his time to be happy. What has to happen for it to open? Good question. Maybe it won’t. But it could—if a few things slide into place and humans are reasonable. I think it’s supposed to. I’ve leaned into the concept of surrender. ✨ I don’t feel like anything is up to me. But I’m here for it. Quietly preparing 🌱🦆💫 I love you all (but also for the love of god plz don’t drop in my DMs the suggestion that I move to [insert random town] to open something there. I am here. Stuck. But also this is home. That space is home.)
Days like today (70, sunny, perfect☀️) make me think about the garden @purefoodandwine and how it should be now. I moved back to NYC early last year thinking it’d have been open late last summer, maybe fall. Sorry for the sappy music but it felt right. First photos are of course from years ago. The last two I took today when Leon and I went in, as we do regularly. Today all the surrounding places were full of happy outdoor diners, first warm sunny Sunday. This last year has been… not sure I can describe it concisely. Have cried more than in all my other years combined, I’m pretty sure. Maybe will write a thing—I feel like I need to write a thing and put it out and feel relieved at least for that. What I want is actual relief. And for that place to be open for you. I feel like that’s the reason I’m here, on this 🌎. Meanwhile Leon is doing what dogs do and slowing down. He’s probably also tired of watching me purge emotions, and depriving him of adventures and the company of other people. I want his time to be happy. What has to happen for it to open? Good question. Maybe it won’t. But it could—if a few things slide into place and humans are reasonable. I think it’s supposed to. I’ve leaned into the concept of surrender. ✨ I don’t feel like anything is up to me. But I’m here for it. Quietly preparing 🌱🦆💫 I love you all (but also for the love of god plz don’t drop in my DMs the suggestion that I move to [insert random town] to open something there. I am here. Stuck. But also this is home. That space is home.)
Days like today (70, sunny, perfect☀️) make me think about the garden @purefoodandwine and how it should be now. I moved back to NYC early last year thinking it’d have been open late last summer, maybe fall. Sorry for the sappy music but it felt right. First photos are of course from years ago. The last two I took today when Leon and I went in, as we do regularly. Today all the surrounding places were full of happy outdoor diners, first warm sunny Sunday. This last year has been… not sure I can describe it concisely. Have cried more than in all my other years combined, I’m pretty sure. Maybe will write a thing—I feel like I need to write a thing and put it out and feel relieved at least for that. What I want is actual relief. And for that place to be open for you. I feel like that’s the reason I’m here, on this 🌎. Meanwhile Leon is doing what dogs do and slowing down. He’s probably also tired of watching me purge emotions, and depriving him of adventures and the company of other people. I want his time to be happy. What has to happen for it to open? Good question. Maybe it won’t. But it could—if a few things slide into place and humans are reasonable. I think it’s supposed to. I’ve leaned into the concept of surrender. ✨ I don’t feel like anything is up to me. But I’m here for it. Quietly preparing 🌱🦆💫 I love you all (but also for the love of god plz don’t drop in my DMs the suggestion that I move to [insert random town] to open something there. I am here. Stuck. But also this is home. That space is home.)
[pimping post] Hello! Want to “slow aging on a cellular level?” I’ve been taking Primeadine for more than a year. After I posted this in my stories someone slid into my DMs to tell me how much she’s loved it and how it dramatically improved her sleep. Good for dudes too. Check links in my bio and use code SARMA15 for discount. I’d rather take supplements and avoid/delay fillers etc. (and they ship internationally!) Yes, this is a pimping edition post. 🎉 Next up is More Than Energy which I take early afternoons and have replaced a years-long midday coffee habit and my sleep is so much better. It’s delicious and ideal for a cognitive boost. Who doesn’t want a cognitive boost? 🤪🤓link in bio and use code SARMA15. Founder is a cool guy. Even the colors on the package are on point. Finally huge shout out to Thrive Market which I love madly and feel good getting food staples, skincare, pet stuff etc for cheaper prices, astonishingly fast shipping, and minimal to no plastic in those boxes. For 40% (!!!) off your first order (amazing deal) use the link at the bottom in my bio links. Signing up is so worth it trust me. I put these regeneratively grown hempseeds on Leon’s food but they also carry pet-specific stuff. So many good staples at thrive. Love the trash bags made from 100% recycled plastic. They constantly have big sales and cool free products added to your order. Last is just a grapefruit, the color of which kind of made me stare at it for a really long time before finally eating it. Nature is amazing. All of this and whatever else I put in my links helps feed Leon and me… but also I’d never pimp anything I don’t love, use, and stand by completely. LOVE, Sarma And @oneluckyrescuedog who wants me to remind you that the very best anti-aging dog/cat supplement he’s taken for over two years is also in my bio links, Myos muscle formula, code SARMA20. #adoptdontshop #primeadine #spermadine #antiagingsupplement #stayhealthy #nootropics #thrivemarket #stayyoung #dogsrule #organicingredients #randomhashtag #hemphearts #hempseeds #rescuedogsofinstagram #seniordogsofinstagram #petsupplements 💓🌱🐾 @get_mte @thrivemarket @myospet @oxfordhealthspan
[pimping post] Hello! Want to “slow aging on a cellular level?” I’ve been taking Primeadine for more than a year. After I posted this in my stories someone slid into my DMs to tell me how much she’s loved it and how it dramatically improved her sleep. Good for dudes too. Check links in my bio and use code SARMA15 for discount. I’d rather take supplements and avoid/delay fillers etc. (and they ship internationally!) Yes, this is a pimping edition post. 🎉 Next up is More Than Energy which I take early afternoons and have replaced a years-long midday coffee habit and my sleep is so much better. It’s delicious and ideal for a cognitive boost. Who doesn’t want a cognitive boost? 🤪🤓link in bio and use code SARMA15. Founder is a cool guy. Even the colors on the package are on point. Finally huge shout out to Thrive Market which I love madly and feel good getting food staples, skincare, pet stuff etc for cheaper prices, astonishingly fast shipping, and minimal to no plastic in those boxes. For 40% (!!!) off your first order (amazing deal) use the link at the bottom in my bio links. Signing up is so worth it trust me. I put these regeneratively grown hempseeds on Leon’s food but they also carry pet-specific stuff. So many good staples at thrive. Love the trash bags made from 100% recycled plastic. They constantly have big sales and cool free products added to your order. Last is just a grapefruit, the color of which kind of made me stare at it for a really long time before finally eating it. Nature is amazing. All of this and whatever else I put in my links helps feed Leon and me… but also I’d never pimp anything I don’t love, use, and stand by completely. LOVE, Sarma And @oneluckyrescuedog who wants me to remind you that the very best anti-aging dog/cat supplement he’s taken for over two years is also in my bio links, Myos muscle formula, code SARMA20. #adoptdontshop #primeadine #spermadine #antiagingsupplement #stayhealthy #nootropics #thrivemarket #stayyoung #dogsrule #organicingredients #randomhashtag #hemphearts #hempseeds #rescuedogsofinstagram #seniordogsofinstagram #petsupplements 💓🌱🐾 @get_mte @thrivemarket @myospet @oxfordhealthspan
[pimping post] Hello! Want to “slow aging on a cellular level?” I’ve been taking Primeadine for more than a year. After I posted this in my stories someone slid into my DMs to tell me how much she’s loved it and how it dramatically improved her sleep. Good for dudes too. Check links in my bio and use code SARMA15 for discount. I’d rather take supplements and avoid/delay fillers etc. (and they ship internationally!) Yes, this is a pimping edition post. 🎉 Next up is More Than Energy which I take early afternoons and have replaced a years-long midday coffee habit and my sleep is so much better. It’s delicious and ideal for a cognitive boost. Who doesn’t want a cognitive boost? 🤪🤓link in bio and use code SARMA15. Founder is a cool guy. Even the colors on the package are on point. Finally huge shout out to Thrive Market which I love madly and feel good getting food staples, skincare, pet stuff etc for cheaper prices, astonishingly fast shipping, and minimal to no plastic in those boxes. For 40% (!!!) off your first order (amazing deal) use the link at the bottom in my bio links. Signing up is so worth it trust me. I put these regeneratively grown hempseeds on Leon’s food but they also carry pet-specific stuff. So many good staples at thrive. Love the trash bags made from 100% recycled plastic. They constantly have big sales and cool free products added to your order. Last is just a grapefruit, the color of which kind of made me stare at it for a really long time before finally eating it. Nature is amazing. All of this and whatever else I put in my links helps feed Leon and me… but also I’d never pimp anything I don’t love, use, and stand by completely. LOVE, Sarma And @oneluckyrescuedog who wants me to remind you that the very best anti-aging dog/cat supplement he’s taken for over two years is also in my bio links, Myos muscle formula, code SARMA20. #adoptdontshop #primeadine #spermadine #antiagingsupplement #stayhealthy #nootropics #thrivemarket #stayyoung #dogsrule #organicingredients #randomhashtag #hemphearts #hempseeds #rescuedogsofinstagram #seniordogsofinstagram #petsupplements 💓🌱🐾 @get_mte @thrivemarket @myospet @oxfordhealthspan
I’m proud of myself. I say that as someone who generally feels I’ve not done enough, am woefully behind, if I don’t over-deliver I suck etc. but finally my📕 draft is in process (even if still needing a ton of work). Also proud that I can wake to fun comments like those in latter slides and it bothers me not at all. 🎉 Excited for the useful and true story to be out. And relived to have let so much go, including anger and hurt. I can feel love for those who caused pain (sociopaths excluded), and gratitude. I’m here for it all. And I may get *the* space back after all. It’s always felt like that’s what’s supposed to happen. Still exhausted, and things feel precarious. I’ve not sold my 📕 draft but working with @scribemediaco (who have been great) which costs $ upfront but I hold onto control. It’s my project. What most don’t get is that t’s never been about money … none of it. I’ll figure it out. It’s about creative freedom and peace. And the creations themselves and their impact. Why is so much happening at once? How did I get here? How will I get through? Help. And stay tuned. Relentless optimism has always been my lifeline. Even and especially when at my saddest. All the sadness has been useful, it needed to come out. Here for the rainbows. ✨ I LOVE YOU 💕
I’m proud of myself. I say that as someone who generally feels I’ve not done enough, am woefully behind, if I don’t over-deliver I suck etc. but finally my📕 draft is in process (even if still needing a ton of work). Also proud that I can wake to fun comments like those in latter slides and it bothers me not at all. 🎉 Excited for the useful and true story to be out. And relived to have let so much go, including anger and hurt. I can feel love for those who caused pain (sociopaths excluded), and gratitude. I’m here for it all. And I may get *the* space back after all. It’s always felt like that’s what’s supposed to happen. Still exhausted, and things feel precarious. I’ve not sold my 📕 draft but working with @scribemediaco (who have been great) which costs $ upfront but I hold onto control. It’s my project. What most don’t get is that t’s never been about money … none of it. I’ll figure it out. It’s about creative freedom and peace. And the creations themselves and their impact. Why is so much happening at once? How did I get here? How will I get through? Help. And stay tuned. Relentless optimism has always been my lifeline. Even and especially when at my saddest. All the sadness has been useful, it needed to come out. Here for the rainbows. ✨ I LOVE YOU 💕
I’m proud of myself. I say that as someone who generally feels I’ve not done enough, am woefully behind, if I don’t over-deliver I suck etc. but finally my📕 draft is in process (even if still needing a ton of work). Also proud that I can wake to fun comments like those in latter slides and it bothers me not at all. 🎉 Excited for the useful and true story to be out. And relived to have let so much go, including anger and hurt. I can feel love for those who caused pain (sociopaths excluded), and gratitude. I’m here for it all. And I may get *the* space back after all. It’s always felt like that’s what’s supposed to happen. Still exhausted, and things feel precarious. I’ve not sold my 📕 draft but working with @scribemediaco (who have been great) which costs $ upfront but I hold onto control. It’s my project. What most don’t get is that t’s never been about money … none of it. I’ll figure it out. It’s about creative freedom and peace. And the creations themselves and their impact. Why is so much happening at once? How did I get here? How will I get through? Help. And stay tuned. Relentless optimism has always been my lifeline. Even and especially when at my saddest. All the sadness has been useful, it needed to come out. Here for the rainbows. ✨ I LOVE YOU 💕
I’m proud of myself. I say that as someone who generally feels I’ve not done enough, am woefully behind, if I don’t over-deliver I suck etc. but finally my📕 draft is in process (even if still needing a ton of work). Also proud that I can wake to fun comments like those in latter slides and it bothers me not at all. 🎉 Excited for the useful and true story to be out. And relived to have let so much go, including anger and hurt. I can feel love for those who caused pain (sociopaths excluded), and gratitude. I’m here for it all. And I may get *the* space back after all. It’s always felt like that’s what’s supposed to happen. Still exhausted, and things feel precarious. I’ve not sold my 📕 draft but working with @scribemediaco (who have been great) which costs $ upfront but I hold onto control. It’s my project. What most don’t get is that t’s never been about money … none of it. I’ll figure it out. It’s about creative freedom and peace. And the creations themselves and their impact. Why is so much happening at once? How did I get here? How will I get through? Help. And stay tuned. Relentless optimism has always been my lifeline. Even and especially when at my saddest. All the sadness has been useful, it needed to come out. Here for the rainbows. ✨ I LOVE YOU 💕
I’m proud of myself. I say that as someone who generally feels I’ve not done enough, am woefully behind, if I don’t over-deliver I suck etc. but finally my📕 draft is in process (even if still needing a ton of work). Also proud that I can wake to fun comments like those in latter slides and it bothers me not at all. 🎉 Excited for the useful and true story to be out. And relived to have let so much go, including anger and hurt. I can feel love for those who caused pain (sociopaths excluded), and gratitude. I’m here for it all. And I may get *the* space back after all. It’s always felt like that’s what’s supposed to happen. Still exhausted, and things feel precarious. I’ve not sold my 📕 draft but working with @scribemediaco (who have been great) which costs $ upfront but I hold onto control. It’s my project. What most don’t get is that t’s never been about money … none of it. I’ll figure it out. It’s about creative freedom and peace. And the creations themselves and their impact. Why is so much happening at once? How did I get here? How will I get through? Help. And stay tuned. Relentless optimism has always been my lifeline. Even and especially when at my saddest. All the sadness has been useful, it needed to come out. Here for the rainbows. ✨ I LOVE YOU 💕