Inscribe a plank of aromatic wood with your rejections.
Torch it.
Invert a vintage Old Fashioned glass, capture the smoke of your broken dreams.
Torch it.
Invert a vintage Old Fashioned glass, capture the smoke of your broken dreams.
Meanwhile, add your frozen tears to a hammered cocktail shaker.
Muddle some sage advice.
Use two drops of bitters. There’s no escaping that.
One jigger of liquid joy.
One jigger of pure adventure.
One jigger of attitude adjustment.
A splash of carbonated hope.
Shake it until you lose those last 10 pounds.
Strain into the glass, add a twist of when-life-gives-you lemons, float some peace, top with a sprig of springtime.
Belt out the “Auld . . .” and toast in the new.
