I keep pinning down days recently that have depth of meaning.
There's a few of them.
But today, there is something too personal to share here, but I never want to forget the way I woke up and felt today.
And I think I never will.
I am 28.
I am in Ohio, downtown Columbus.
I am in my reclaimed cute ass apartment, rolling around in bed and grumbling in happiness.
I am walking into my living room and realizing it's mine.
I am toasting up some french toast bagels and pouring myself a small cup of black tea.
I am sitting on this ugly brown couch, kicking my feet up, and watching the smoke billowing from my tea.
I am watching the sky move as the clouds inch their way across the very blue skyline.
I am smiling, and smiling, and smiling.
Bruce is trying to impede upon my morning glories but he will not.
I am listening to a friend's long, story form voice message and replying to her.
I am texting a friend about how wonderful my life is now and offering mutual encouragement.
I am being invited deeper into the city and its arts and activism by a friend.
I am beaming.
I am okay.
I am here.
Finally.
All this dreaming is becoming a vision, the visage outside my 5 giant ass windows in downtown Columbus. The only thing I am certain of is the uncertainty, and how much I love my tea and bagels and the smoke billowing and the feeling of my smile across my face.
