Do you ever get the feeling that life is so blindingly, almost hurtfully beautiful, it’s like staring into the sun its so overwhelming, and you can’t keep looking at it. That’s how I feel today. Woke up really cranky cos I keep having these amazing dreams – amazing where I’m doing a job I love, in a phenomenal relationship, flying without wings and chowing down on ambrosia on the regular. This is very much not reality – but still – life is just so good. It’s sharp, like a gleaming blade. Every moment is jagged and raw and sometimes too much to take. Sour, hot, blinding, lush, thick and just … good.