but i was never whole.
a few years ago i penned my single girl vows to my single people friends. today i set down a new set of promises. this time to my husband.
a few years ago i penned my single girl vows to my single people friends. today i set down a new set of promises. this time to my husband.
with the wedding only thirteen days away i entered panic mode this morning. hard.
when you ask a woman on the brink of marriage, “how do you feel?” almost always the immediate and repeated answer is “so excited!” and with my own wedding just thirty baby days away, yes, i am psyched. i would also like to admit, for myself and for all women about to walk down the aisle, there are other feelings too!
there is no avoiding chaos. instead it must be embraced.
“Writing isn’t about making money, getting famous, or making friends. It’s about doing what you love the best you know how. It’s about making a heart pound in fear, shrink from rage, weep with understanding, or soar with excitement. It’s about making worlds and living in them deeply enough someone else can join you there.…
i can feel it coming. like i always do. slowly. quietly. softly. gaining speed and building momentum. growing. ignore it and it isn’t real. but it grows. until it is too big to ignore. too big to overcome.
i am commissioning my comrades to help spread the mcp message of living life as loud as possible.
sun glistened on the brown and green glass. light became fuzzy black spots in the corners of my eyes as i glanced up at the sun dancing on the debris. trash. transformed into unearthly caves of from far away galaxies. pieces of broken blue and white china.
“live, travel, adventure, bless, and don’t be sorry.” .jack kerouac
being busy is no excuse for being dumb. as a ‘write it down to make it real’ gal, i know the only way i will follow through on my vow is to publicly declare my stupidity.