Everyone has to start somewhere, and at some point we all need to start over. I’m divorcing and moving forward with my life, trying to keep my sanity by laughing at the absurdity of it all. And what better vantage point (not to mention refreshingly cool) than the bathroom floor?
I don’t know. It’s clean. Don’t judge me.
There’s an interesting opportunity to be found in our lowest points in life. One can either wallow and sink into cat-hair-covered obscurity, or really figure shit out. I’m aiming for the second option, obviously. As luck would have it, I’m allergic to cat dander, so I’m already winning.