I began the day with the printer going off by my head b/c my daughter was printing out her paper on “International Workers Day” and socialism at 6 a.m. I really need to stop sending them to leftist schools;)
It is not yet 10 am and I have already done two loads of laundry, packed lunches and walked to the coffee shop—not the close coffee shop but the one by the lake where you can get chocolate croissants and good French coffee that I drink like a girl. On Sunday I drove there, had croissants pulled from the oven, drove back to my house and tip toed back to bed to offer my gifts to my amazing one so now all food is a disappointment.
My friends keep asking me what I am doing, what I am writing and I have no answer except that I am living. I am in between two houses, two kids, three jobs and three unfinished books. The sign on my door says I Am Growing Into A Woman and the sign on my fridge says I Am The Master of Doing Things I Don’t Know How To Do Well.
If I was in charge of the calendar May would be the New Year, why begin when everything is frozen? Why not now when the earth rips herself open with the possibility of it. I am happy. I am loved. I am happy and in love and today I want to celebrate that those things are happening on deeper level than I ever thought attainable.
Happy International Workers Day. Happy New Year. Now go out eat chocolate and drink coffee like a girl.
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4 comments:
Your happiness makes me happy.
"Why not now when the earth rips herself open with the possibility of it"...sigh. Gorgeous mandala above. And yes, your coffee should come with a pink ribbon tied to the handle.
Happy International Workers Day, Teresa.
I also really like the mandala picture.
No coffee mocking--you black coffee drinker and
happiness for everyone.
Lyle did you go to the parade? Someone stole my giraffe head.
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