A slice of cake
Somewhere along the way I turned my life into a performance, and everyone around me into an audience. All except one.
One wall at a time
A cold half-finished room, a dog asleep on my feet, and a wall I’m learning to paint. It turns out this is what I’d been waiting for all along.
Painting all the red flags white
Everyone talks about missing the red flags. I didn’t miss a single one. I just kept painting them white.
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Permission to not be ok
I am missing someone today. Not in a big, dramatic way. It’s softer, smaller, like when the kettle boils and there’s only one cup to fill.
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The life that was waiting
Sometimes the things that break your heart fix your vision.
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Healing doesn’t look like anything
I kept waiting for the moment I would feel better. It never arrived as a moment. It arrived as a Tuesday, and then another Tuesday, and then a walk in the rain.
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On asking for help (A thing I learned from a dog who has no shame about it)
Daisy asks for what she needs without apology. She is hungry, she tells me. She is lonely, she tells me. She is frightened, she tells me. I have been trying to learn this for forty-eight years.
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