Knots

Knots on the pine board ceiling. Knots in my back.  The knot I'm hanging onto at the end of the thread.  Ok, it's not quite that bad....but not too far from it.  Say it with me now - "Her-nee-ate."  Follow that with "Shitballs."  You now have the  synopsis of my past week. A disk in my back went all whacko and shortly thereafter my mind followed.
Flat-assed, face-up and staring at the ceiling I've had my share of flashbacks and ephiphanies which I could share with you but they all come back to one simple bit of advice which is to live life and enjoy each day to the very fullest and to never turn down an opportunity or an invitation and party your ass off like there's no tomorrow and lay on your ass in the sun when it feels good and shout when you feel like it, laugh when something tickles you, avoid crying at all costs, wear whatever you want no matter how inappropriate it is, say what you feel, go where you want, don't answer questions if you don't want to, feel free to ask questions, take drumming lessons, "meep" your boss on the nose, do cartwheels in the rain, sit on the stoop of the house that just gave you candy when you're trick-or-treating and eat all your candy, talk in a foreign accent at midnight in Wal-Mart, wear fur if it keeps you warm and makes you smile, cut your hair or color your hair however you want, drink straight from the milk carton, smoke the last cigarette, help yourself to the last glass of wine without offering it to your company, show "too much cleavage", wear "too-high heels", go topless, go bottomless, make up a name when the barista at Starbucks asks for your name, have botox, go to an asian spa, smoke from a hooka, run in the rain, slam dance at least once so hard you get bruises, and feel totally freakin' free to write run-on sentences any friggin' time you want. 
Simple. Bit of advice.