Mydrunkenstar.com — Updated

Leo laughed out loud. For months, he had been blaming the heavens for something earthly. He had anthropomorphized a buoy into a drunken failure.

So if you ever find yourself staring at a “drunken star” in your own life—a habit, a project, a dream that won’t sit still—don’t curse it. Ask what wave it’s riding. Then take the picture anyway. mydrunkenstar.com

And he realized: He was the one who had been spinning. Chasing a perfect sky while ignoring the ground beneath him. The residency, the portfolio, the flawless shot—all stars he was trying to nail down. But life, like that buoy, has a natural rhythm. It wobbles. It drinks in the waves. It doesn’t need to be steady to be true. Leo laughed out loud