Pilot

So this is the part where I introduce the characters, set up the overall premise and try to grab your attention. Let me start by saying that I am not Japanese, and in no way am I meaning or trying to appropriate the Japanese culture. I'm sorry if that's what it feels like. I *may* be part Mongolian, which could actually be worse, or could be better. I have no clue.

I guess the second point to make is that there will be cursing. By the old gods, there will be cursing. Possibly even an MF bomb on occasion, as warranted. If that offends you, I'm terribly sorry. Now fuck off. I find language to be a fluid, dynamic and beautiful thing, and to stifle myself by boycotting certain words is akin to cutting off my middle finger. I *could* still type, write, eat, but it would be with less enjoyment. I would no longer be able to do silly things like steal a nose, or ... well, other stuff.

I think I found my spirit totem.

So, here I am. I have an odd assortment of friends, most of whom don't know each other, though that's been changing the last few years. I've developed a tribe of sorts, full of wild women who give zero fucks, who chase big dreams like dogs chase cars, who live with their hearts wide open and brave the slings and arrows, and even the occasional cannonballs, that life throws their way. I have accumulated a tribe of inspirerers, survivors, and crazy people, and I love them. They live across the continent, some a stone's throw away (ok, I can't throw that far - maybe a quarter tank of gas away), some a journey of 3,000 miles. All I would walk through fire for. 

I also have a husband who I fall in love with over and over. It's kind of amazing, actually. He is pretty much the opposite of what I expected my soul mate/twin flame/demon play date to be, but the more I know him, the more I realize how perfect he is for me. That being said, we could divorce tomorrow, I dunno. I drive him nuts, he drives me nuts. Nothing is certain, and that's alright (I think... I'm getting there... *breathe*).

I've discovered that you are who you associate with, or at least I am. If you surround yourself with people who trigger and push the worst in you, you will be continually at your worst, and any form of momentary happiness will be lost, no matter how hard you try to remain positive. Happiness is a choice, but that choice comes from a myriad other minuscule decisions you made along the way. 

Pilot episodes are usually awkward, for at least two people - the person trying to find the vibration to connect to those they're interacting with, and the person watching. I'm going to consider this a good pilot, because while you may have found this awkward to read, I don't give a shit what you think, so already I'm ahead. This is a test to see if my verbal diarrhea is sustainable on a regular schedule (of sorts). I'll try to do one a week, I may do 7 a week one week and then miss 2 weeks. I may disappear. I seriously have no idea, but hey, at least I'm honest, right? Right? Hello?