You ever have one of those days? The sort where the universe throws curveballs, and all you can do is laugh, swear, or open a bottle of something questionable and mutter, “Well, life’s just a bowl of f*ing cherries, isn’t it?”

It’s a phrase that’s stuck with me lately—equal parts sarcasm and grit. The original saying paints life as easy, sweet, perhaps naïvely so. But when you add that little profanity? Suddenly it becomes honest. Messy. Real. Life isn’t just sweet—it’s sticky, tangled, and occasionally pits-in-your-teeth frustrating.

And yet… here we are. Still showing up. Still creating, still caring, still eating the damn cherries.

So here’s a thread for the moments when life is wonderful and the times it’s a right pain. Tell me:

What’s in your bowl today?

Are you enjoying the fruit, spitting out the pits, or flinging the whole thing at the wall?

And what gets you through when the bowl feels more rotten than ripe?

Post away, artists, writers, wanderers. Let’s make something real out of the ridiculous.