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lifeserial · 3 years

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I know a place.

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lifeserial · 4 years

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Today is the day we celebrate Ninja’s birthday. Today she is 11!

To put 11 years in perspective, I think of having had a human child in 2009 and how I would be the father of a sixth grader right now. That boggles my mind, as does leafing back through the events of the past 11 years and considering how big a role she has played. What she has been there for, all of the things we have been through together, especially that time in 2013, which was one of the hardest. I sometimes wonder if Cameron and I would have made it through—happy and where we are today—if it were not for her. How do dogs do what they do?

I love most when she is content and lying at the foot of the bed. I sit on the floor before her, rest my chin on the blankets, petting the feathery hair on her head, scratching behind her ears, looking in her eyes. I stare at her softly staring at me. We stare at each other for a long time, and I feel so thankful, like everything is going to be fine.

Happy Birthday, good girl. I hope you are loving your life. I am for sure loving you!

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lifeserial · 5 years

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Pigeon, 2018 © Matt Allard

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lifeserial · 5 years

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Revisiting a post from December 31, 2017. There is a part surprised that I am still here, still doing this year after year, not swallowed up, snapped off, blown away on a dry Santa Ana. I am still here. I think every year I look back for happiness as if all along I’ve been maintaining one of those cartoon thermometer posters, as if I’m a charity trying to reach its goal: Help Matt collect enough happiness by midnight on December 31, 2018! Make it a good year! Donate now! My success judged by a new level colored in in bright red marker. A good day pushing that slick wet shade higher and higher, higher. But is happiness to be collected that way? No. It doesn’t accumulate I don’t think. It is only waves. A tide comes in, a tide breathes out. Feelings wax and wane. I’ll look at them one by one then, moment to moment, whichever.

I had good days and saw progress, felt hopeful and encouraged. I had long days that did drift toward despair, uncertainty puddled in my stomach. I continued to submit my work to literary agents in 2018. We went to Switzerland, and I won’t forget it. I visited plant nurseries more and more; I turned our house into a green one—life on every ledge and sill and even draping from the ceiling. I try my best to keep them all alive, as I do to keep myself alive, healthy, content. I am enjoying the challenge. Learning.

I remain grateful for my family. Ah, my team. We grew it by one in September, by planned whim. Two dogs now. My guy. Me. Then the world.

I hope I will write more in 2019. I want to. I feel inspired to again, because in this moment I feel like I’m not yet done. The entry from 2016 reminds me of that—the joy of making pictures out of words. My confidence is fleeting as ever, but there are also new cracks in my doubt, places where some lightness shines through. Like the realization that it is still a pleasure to make things, even if they don’t get fully seen. I’m better knowing I tried.

Fresh start.

The new year provides the cleanest sense of a fresh start that I can find. For a person with OCD, one that struggles with the impossible hope of perfection, it has extra weight. I’m always talking of perfect and how it doesn’t exist, and I suppose it’s a broken but necessary record for me to play because it reminds me of deep breaths and curbs the urge to feel so crushed by any small or large misfires. In that way, I should not be so excited by the illusory fresh start, the New Year. It’s bad for the part of me that seeks perfect. It says, “Maybe this time you’ll get it right.” That’s how I go haywire, and it’s right from the beginning.

I know all this and today is but another day. Yet I’m wound and wound around a fresh start, unable to help myself.

#happy new year #daily 2018 #writing

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lifeserial · 5 years

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XXXV: November 23, 2018

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lifeserial · 5 years

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Palm Springs, CA | October 2018

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lifeserial · 6 years

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Leafy. Self-portraits, 18 August 2018

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lifeserial · 6 years

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Simple Things.

Los Angeles, CA

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lifeserial · 6 years

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Summer 2018 | Los Angeles

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lifeserial · 6 years

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My urban jungle.

West Hollywood, CA | Summer 2018

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lifeserial · 6 years

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Call me by your name.

Zurich, Switzerland | June 2018

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lifeserial · 6 years

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How many times a day do I think how grateful I am for you? It’s constant. Even when you are pulling on your leash because you really want to go this way and I’m saying we need to go that way, and then you’re sitting down in terrier protest and it’s hot and now I’m sweating and you’re giving me a look like, What, I’m innocent, I’ve done nothing and I’ve got all day. Even then. Or when I’m writing and trying to finish and frustrated and hating myself awfully, and you’ve magically appeared at my feet to play your game of nonstop staring, that persistent, irritatingly timed way you bid for my attention or food—because you always want food, especially if it’s been more than one minute since you last had food. Even then, when you’re shifting your weight, rocking back and forth on your haunches, muttering noises and tracking my every move in anticipation of the moment you could win—knowing any moment you will win—because eventually you always win. Yes, even then. Even then, I am grateful for you. You always win, but I have already won. I’m humbled by our bond. Writing earnestly to you, though you cannot even read. (What’s that? Who cares! Let’s go outside! We’re together! This smells good!) You snap me back to reality, into the here, the now. You remind me life is short, and at its best when simple. You show me love and you do it without thinking, without judging and whether or not I deserve it. You wow. And so a better question might be: How could I not find myself grateful for you every day, multiple times a day, constantly? It’s impossible. You are the very, very best—infinitely. Thank you, bubs.

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lifeserial · 6 years

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Vancouver Sleep Clinic | “silver lining”

#vancouver sleep clinic #music #songs

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lifeserial · 6 years

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