The traditional spring cleaning is happening right now. Unfortunately, it’s my sinuses ridding themselves of mucus and spice and all that’s nice (or not so nice, depending on how you roll). Surprisingly, even though I’m feeling sluggish and my head does a mighty fine impression of being filled with cotton balls, I’m incredibly happy. Just… all the good parts of content.
As always when I’m happy and a little tired, my brain keeps flinging Kurt at me.
Oh Kurt, the man that made teenage me want to become a journalist on the off chance that I one day would sit in the same room as him, asking him questions and drinking coffee. He died before I wrote my first article. So it goes. But his quotes litter our realm, so I’ll share a couple favorites with you.