in my last post i referenced my friend Johnny Goudie’s sweet dog Rosie and the lesson of impermanence and acceptance due to her doggy shenanigans. This happened while I was at Johnny’s apartment recording a podcast episode for his long standing and very popular podcast How Did I Get Here?

well folks, it’s here, it’s out in the world, so if you want to know more aspects of me give it a listen… HERE - and if you don’t use apple podcasts it’s on spotify too

After it was released the other morning - I kept musing and to be totally truthful, tressing, about what I said that I could’t remember - stressing because that shit is now PERMANENT - it’s out there, it’s recorded, it’s on the everlasting internet.

Now as a person thriving with metastatic cancer, I truly do my best not to think of my life as potentially shorter, I don’t entertain earlier that desirable death, I visualize me in my 70’s going to see music at Sam’s Town Point with my friends and other wild and adventurous escapades, but I’m not immune. I face the reality of a shortened timeline more tangibly than others and occasionally i go there, my filters fail and I clearly daydream that alternate scenario for snippets. It can serve me well if I use it for good and today a I thought about the permanence of that podcast, I realized that it’s wonderful that it’s there. There will always be a way for my kids and family and friends to hear my voice, to hear stories about me they may not know that I may not be able to tell in person anymore.

This makes me want to be on more and more podcasts, or start one, for the pure personal goal of creating a permanence of me, who is impermanent

I still haven’t had the nerve to listen to it by the way - hahaha - but I will say yes if you ask me to be on your podcast.