…and then suddenly all this poetry fills my head, and I write… xoxo, la. 12/30 it’s not the big things not at all like the celebrations or the milestones but the mundane the everyday when i’m washing dishes painting my toenails sitting in traffic it’s the nothing too particular the not very special the i’ve […]
And then I was reminded that even though I am still sitting here, frustrated with work and near tears, somebody out there always has it worse. So be thankful for what you have, even if it isn’t all that you want, and be kind to everyone you meet. You never know their struggle. This is for Troy.
From DC to Brazil to California to Rome, each and every flight in my lifetime has caused me a guaranteed and certain anxiety. Even as I write this now, I’m nervously shifting in my 22A window seat (cue Eryka Badu) pondering my life and hoping that I’ve made Him proud… The question, though, is why do I put myself through this anguish? Simple. Exciting I want is on the other side of fear…
It is in the gathering of women,
whether to weep or laugh in abandoned honesty,
dripping dreams and fears,
but never the wine…