I have secrets.
Restarting in a city of millions, you’d think I’d be scared and anxious. But I’m still the optimist. I am striving for nothing short of complete liberation.
Shoulders and thighs freckling in the sunshine, body exposed and warmed inside and out. My shorts make me smile, like an inside joke I share with only myself.
I decided, one day, that I wouldnt let this define me. I take the risks and I am a constant work in progress. And its not written all over me and it’s peaceful. My new eyes with new friends from the new life. Thinking, feeling, laughing, living.
What defines us is how well we rise after falling.
Carrot cake doughnuts, freshly fried and rolled in cinnamon sugar.
Note: when I rule the world, all things will be fried and cinnamon sugar’d. No exceptions.