The sun will come up, reseting, and the day to day. Managing it all and moisturizing. Ready does not exist and saying no and not shaming the safety or the step before the dream. Could, will, maybe, someday, or never. Kindness whether you leap or not. I love you.

I’m sun-kissed, sort of. I’m eating cookies after I brushed my teeth and that’s the inside scoop you get if you read the captions. Fail. Mary Oliver - “Daisies.”

PERFECT weather, delicious sandwiches, on-demand cookies, and laundry take two. Tourists and enjoying life and evening plans and happy Easter.

A hope and a prayer and and the couch was a snug fit in the car. Poetry month and cookie dough and hot lava and is this normal. Comparison and kindness and dissatisfaction and barometers.

Ice cream and lasagna and power outages. You learned to judge yourself once upon a time. Pressure and comparison and weight and expectations and reflections and getting back up.

Saving my plants. The most stubborn leaf that just wants to be a mermaid. Something about intention and authenticity and giving and receiving (writing that made me think of Joey from Friends...please tell me someone gets that).

Strangers and imagination or empathy and lives intermingling. Weird facts and tangled hair and optimism but not plastic positivity. Grumpiness and starting over.

My non-stealth vehicle and the squeaks of spring. Chocolate milk and level of thickness. Grilled corn and sighs.

New poetry book friend. Not everything is for you- we’re different and it’s that way on purpose. Chocolate cake or banana bread. Playing around and clicking and expectations and running into walls.

Some Cleo Wade readings. Flipping pages and keys and releasing and forward. Caring and breaking habits and letting yourself off the hook. The universe knows what you need to hear.