Another year is gone.
We spread the last 365 days before us on the living room carpet. Point to the ones where I decided to shed everything not deeply comitted to my dreams. Refused to be a victim to the self-pity. Here is the week I slept in the garden. In the spring I wrung the self-doubt by its neck. Hung your kindess up. Took the calendar down. Danced so hard my heart learned to float above water again. In the summer I unscrewed all the mirrors from their walls. No longer needed to see myself to feel seen. Combed their weight out of my hair. So I fold the good days up and place them in my back pocket for safekeeping. Draw the match. Cremate the unnecessary. The light of the fire warms my toes. I pour myself a glass of hot water (
prosecco) to cleanse myself for the year ahead. Here I go. 26, stronger and wiser.
(And into the new).
Realising that we’re all the same inside after watching StyleLikeU’s Whats Underneath series.
PS22 Chorus (an elementary school chorus from public school 22 in Graniteville, NY. Composed of 60 fifth graders, students are assigned to the chorus after an annual autitioning process at the beginning of each school year. Cutest thing ever. Especially this song.)