Ordinary Life

Girl, wash your face and count to three...(he ran to someone who wasn’t me). Girl, stop apologizing and just breathe...(this is where you see you're free). Girl, open your eyes wide and see... (fairytales are cautionary). Girl, wash your face or leave and make do...(streaked mascara as a face tattoo). Girl, stop apologizing for wrongs that aren’t yours...(salvage the damage and build a door). Girl, open your eyes and take a look...(it’s about time to write that book). ~~~*~~~ :: One year and a handful of months later, I wrote on the last page of my Morning Pages journal today. It is literally time to start a fresh chapter, and even a whole new book ::

Yes, sometimes I draw on my children. And sometimes I draw on myself, too. It's okay. It washes off. This particular piece is a metaphor about freedom, and letting go of the things you think are helping you to fly so that you can really fly as yourself- with wings spread wide... and also how you take your mom's heart with you wherever you go... so please don't drop it...  Yeah, that's it.