I don’t want to talk about my job, or lack thereof. I don’t want to think about my mental health. I don’t want to read another text message. I don’t want anyone to ask me any questions. What I want is to tell you about the afternoon sun that peeked through the clouds the other day. How the baristas at the café next door make the best oat latte, with latte art so pretty it makes you want to learn how to make latte art. The way my body gets sore and glistening and warm when I finish a good run, how my ribs expand, so grateful I can breathe this deep. The way my heart fills up when I hold her in my arms. Walking slowly, even though I swore I’d never be that person. Finishing a book. Soft skin on cool sheets after waking up with no alarm clock. Slicing a perfectly ripe mango and eating the whole thing while standing over the sink.
This and the space you are now being & becoming. ❤ & hugs. Look forward to more posts of your delicious writing & living!
I LOVE and remember this day🥰✨💫💦
So much love for you 💗