Sponge Bob, Square Pants

I’m in that mode. All I want to do is learn. Absorb. Lock myself away in the highest tower of the tallest castle. And read. Take furious notes in my awesome notebook with my favorite pen. Think. Design. Create. Floor-to-ceiling whiteboards and a ladder on wheels like at the library. Or maybe a rope swing. Bolted from a center hook. And I’ll swing to and fro, one foot firmly planted on the seat, the other toe behind me — dramatically pointed. Swoops of color. Arcs of connection, bringing it all together. Ribbons for twirling. Music for dancing. Carbonated deliciousness for drinking. Space. For filling. Elevation. Detachment. Disconnectedness. All for the sole purpose of reconnecting. With myself. My purpose. My connection.

A fresh map of my reason for being.