A few years ago I took a 36 hour trip to Las Vegas and my alter ego, KR Grimes, was birthed. I’m usually a very neat, organized, and extremely chill person. KR Grimes is messy, she says EVERYTHING on her mind, and forces a lot of alcoholic consumption on her friends. She’s fun, but her lifestyle is not sustainable.

I’m usually great (not just good) at closing out the different chapters in my life.

When the world began to open up again I told my closest circle of friends about my plans to TTC (try to conceive) a child on my own, that we would have an amazing summer and that Halloween/Outsidelands was going to be KR Grimes “Grand Closing Ceremony.” So after A HELL OF A LOT of blackouts, hang overs, 2 trips to Vegas, 2 trips to Hawaii, and a bunch of extra belligerent behavior—we have arrived at the end.

For anyone who thought I was crazy for being out at midnight on a Thursday or downing shots of tequila on a Sunday night—there was an obvious method to my madness.

I’ve taken many moments for myself savoring the high points in my life that I will never get back.

I (partially) understand the huge undertaking I’m trying to do. I’m aware that once I create life my life will be sacrifice after sacrifice.

BUT WE’RE NOT THERE YET. *devilish smiling emoji here*

We still have one more weekend to go… So….

Let’s fucking go.