01/06/2026
Sometimes the wisest of advice comes from unexpected sources.
RIP Jimmy Buffett. Your music is soul healing for so many.
You were only born with two arms.
Not ten. Not twenty. Not enough to hold the whole damn world together with duct tape and a smile.
Somewhere between the blender breaking
and the tide going out on your best-laid plans,
you were lied to, told that strength meant never dropping anything.
Jimmy knew better.
He knew life leaks. Dreams spill.
Saltwater gets in the cracks.
And, sometimes the most island-appropriate thing you can do is set the load down in the sand and let the sun sort it out.
So drop some s**t. Drop the expectations that don’t love you back. Drop the guilt you’ve been carrying like contraband. Drop the idea that you’re supposed to be unbreakable.
Have a cry if you need one, the good kind.
The cleansing, margarita-salt-meets-tears kind.
The kind that reminds you you’re still human
and not just another overworked deckhand on someone else’s boat.
And when you’re done? Use both hands to give people the finger, not out of anger,but as a joyful declaration of independence.
A double-barreled salute to the nonsense.
A pirate’s blessing.A reminder that you don’t owe the world your exhaustion.
Because life isn’t about holding it all together.
It’s about knowing what to carry, what to drop,
and when to walk down the beach with empty hands and a full heart.
So loosen your grip.
Pour another round.
Laugh louder than your worries.
You’ve only got two arms, my friend, and they were meant for living, not juggling the impossible.
