I’ve been thinkin. Life is pretty cool.
I wear my feelings right on the insides of my wrists, above that radial artery that carries energy straight from the heart. I know this. I’m proud of this. Because it means I find joy in the ice that has air bubbles under it and cracks when you step on it. I find excitement in the possibility of greatness in kids that haven’t been taught not to believe in themselves yet. I like giving hugs. When people tell me about their bad days, I just want to tell them that its all going to be okay because its going to be 70 degrees outside tomorrow, and what can’t that help heal??
I’m not naive. I know how to grieve and complain and I can be a downer when I need to. But most of the time, I’m an optimist.
And damn it, that’s not something to be ashamed of.