September 25: Earth Spins to the beat of her own drum

To continuously overcoming fear…

THRILL-SEEKERS RUN, JUMP AND DIVE FOR IT. THEY CLIMB, CHASE AND FREEZE FOR IT. HOWEVER, EVEN THE BRAVE GET SCARED WHEN THEY LEAST EXPECT IT. FINALLY PEAKING OVER THE EDGE, THE WORLD IS EQUALLY PRECIOUS & BEAUTIFUL AS IT’S COMPLETELY FRIGHTENING AND UTTERLY STILL. ROCKS SLOWLY FALL, BUT OUR NEED FOR ADVENTURE STILL PUSHES OUR POLE TO DIRT AS OUR BACKBONE KEEPS US STEADY. ALL WE KNOW IS THAT IT’S GOING TO BE OKAY. MOVING ON TO THE NEXT EDGE.

September 24: Extra sodas in the cooler

To turning all situations into a party  …

The details of where you are- nah, you don’t need money for this kind of trip. a farmer taps his cigarette out the window of an old Ford, bracing the engine in hopes it starts on green. A dad puts on a show for his van of kids crying kids, curious as to when his sportscar got so big. The young driver blushes as she hits the curb behind you and the veteran honks from three cars back to teach her a lesson. A mother cruises by as she drives her mom home from the doctor’s office, neutral in her smile and wondering where the time has gone. Why would we ever get out of this traffic? The city is throwing a party on the freeway and everyone is already here. No passports or motels necessary; it’s a free stay at hotel highway.

September 22: Venti black coffee, no room please

To the next new city…

When you move to a new city, you quickly pull out your Raybans as you drop your dad off at the airport and attempt to block a little rain.  An Early Morning of moving in old sweatshirts, new work blouses, your favorite levi jeans and a couple pairs of vintage heels, ends with an evening drive back to what the post office would now consider your new home. You aren’t quite sure how to map out the space you’ve just landed, And that’s when the world starts to pay attention. The beauty of naivety is seen in the unknown parameters. Stay safe and you’ll survive; weave differently and this place will never be the same.

September 21: My first doll

To the baby of the family…

American girl doll, small and lifelike, made to look just like me, but given a glass cover. Things I wasn’t told, she was; Things I did wrong, she didn’t. Your age, it doesn’t matter; your soft strength, it eases trouble. Your porcelain ears were pushed away from difficulties and told to imagine the big rainbows in the most unpleasant of storms. You didn’t care about the gold but wanted to make sure we always smiled like we had just won the prize. Remember that you will never crack or shatter; remember that we see you’re fragile and no new loves will change that. I slowly realize you have grown into your own mirror. As times goes and gates open, I give you the code and an indestructible walkie talkie for whenever you still need me. For as long as you sparkle, you will be treated like glass.

September 20: Chefs and detectives aren’t the only ones who can smell something fishy

 

To remembering who to be…

Sincerity is the lasting friendship over a cool first impression. Genuine is the gentle touch that real friends share when they truly want to know if you’re okay. Transparent is the comfort of no background whispers as soon you turn around. Empathetic is being there without ever actually having been there. Sniff and scale all you want. People are more attracted to the claws with flaws.

September 18: Inbox is Full

 

To the relationship with too many chances…

After five different versions of the same jump rope, I add the next to my cart believing this one is finally up to par. Although history loves to repeat itself, I enjoy the Prime shipping and continuously purchase with an optimistic mind. Snapping apart and leaving a mark yet again, I find myself with unfixable pieces and an interrupted workout. Give yourself the gift of a real jump rope, not just a temporary workout whip.