BREATHE N BOUNCE

Sensory Grounding: Finding Your Feet When Life Gets Heavy Have you ever had one of those days: or maybe it's been a whole damn month: where you feel like you’re just... floating? And not in a cool, "I’m a cloud" kind of way. More like your brain is a balloon that’s detached from the string and is currently tangling itself in power lines. I’ve been there. Lately, actually. This last month has been really tough for me. I’ve had those depressing moments where the walls feel like they’re closing in, and the panic attacks that come out of nowhere like some uninvited asshole at a party. It’s such a shitty place to be when you can’t even trust your own thoughts to stay in one place. You’re ruminating on something someone said three years ago, or you’re spiraling about some future "what if" that hasn't even happened yet. Who comes up with these things? Our brains are sometimes our own worst enemies, aren't they? We talk a lot on the Breathe N Bounce po...

 As I turned 50 this week, I take a look back at my life as whole.  The good and the bad and examine where do I go next.  Where can we all find common ground with the person we were and the person we are now.  Finding those good parts we had, and merging them with the person we are now.  Letting go of things that don't serve us.  This is my battle.  This is my aim.  I want to be the best I can be, every day.  So come on and do it with me stoner!!!!! MUSIC FROM THIS EPISODE EVERYDAY - Buddy Holly WALKING ON THE EDGE - Scorpions SPILLAWAYS - Ghost w/ Joe Elliot I.D.G.A.F. - Ditchwater SWEET MEMORIES - Zeds Dead MAN I USED TO BE - K os BACK TO U - Slander NOBODY DOES IT BETTER - Carly Simon

50. The number doesn't scare me. It’s the scenery that does. I look around and wonder if I’ve spent my time or just wasted it. I feel numb more than I feel happy lately, and that’s a hard truth to sit with when you’re trying to build something authentic. People question my intentions, but I’m the one questioning my own progress. Lately, the past hasn't just been a memory—it’s been a trigger. A smell, a place, a ghost of old rejection. It feels like for every two steps I’ve taken toward growth, I’ve slid three steps back into the mud of my childhood. My family sees me differently now. I know why. I own that. But knowing you’re the one who broke it doesn’t always mean you know how to glue it back together. Sometimes the affirmations feel like bullshit. Sometimes the weight of it all makes me wonder if being here matters at all. But then I remember: "Every passing moment is another chance to turn it around." I wake up. I breathe. I get another shot to find that microphon...