Standing here, in my kitchen. On a Tuesday. Eating a salt-and-peppered sliced up tomato off the cutting board and drinking a glass of wine from a $6 bottle.
Half of my life’s in boxes.
Working until 9pm busting my ass for a job I am so passionate about, that’s so challenging, that I feel I am drowning in it. Drowning in inspired, frustrating, stirred up, magnificent glory.
How entirely 20-something.
Pause. Look around. Take a moment to bask in how catastrophically poetic life is. Silly delightful, right?