I feel like the resumption of cannabis has had the primary overarcing effect of causing me to really like myself again. The other meds do not grant me this grace whatsoever. I see my foibles–it’s not like I land in a narcissistic high of thinking I am perfect by any stretch. It’s more that I love myself like I love my kids; erring is human and I love humans so I love you with all your fuck ups.

But I do really cool shit. I’m proud of me. I’m proud of my relationships with people. I’m proud of the things I build with my hands. One thing that starting over in a new house and a new community has given me is increased competence that indeed I am the reason that so many things in my life are so rad. I build them. I am the common denominator.