We’re back together and it’s better than ever.

When I was in college I smoked weed almost every single day. This allowed me to tightly draw the shades over my deepest 20-year-old issues living in NYC with no money and no confidence. Waitressing for $1100 per week didn’t seem to go anywhere. Unable to afford dinners out or a cab ride home, I smoked the last of my paycheck every week and loved giggling and falling asleep on the couch with my best friend and roommate. The good old days; a foggy haze of surety while knowing absolutely nothing at all.

Weed and I broke up a few years later in Los Angeles. Unsure of how to explain myself, I had to break it off suddenly and just walk away. The relationship had become a toxic waste of time, leaving me with paranoia and a bad taste in my mouth. Literally.

Most recently, after a shocking MS diagnosis and loads of steroids, I came to the sullen realization that I was going a bit crazy. I am certainly referring to waking hours, but also during my favorite and most beloved hours of sleep. After several rounds of IV steroids, my body no longer understood the concept of a deep and content REM sleep and became convinced it was fun to wake up at 3am and start the day bright and early! Or dark and early!

Hence, my re-kindling of my relationship with pot. Well edibles to be exact because one should never tempt an ex-smoker with a vape or a joint. No smoking allowed, but I like gummies and chocolates, thank you very much. And with the legalization in California, I have to say it was meant to be. We were both ready to start all over and the timing couldn’t be more perfect.

So here we are, back together again. Who says relationships can’t be better the second time around? We’re older, wiser and more in love than ever. Most importantly, I’m sleeping like a baby and for that, I am eternally grateful.

If I don’t answer the phone, I’ll get back to you in the morning. I’m just enjoying a little R&R with my ex. My bud.