A lotus, writing my way out of the mud. A human, climbing my way out of the cave. A dreamer, awakening to the moment.
One good thing about ending a bad relationship — you have a lot more time to do things that are good for you.
Oh, how I loved my pedestal sink, with its sleek, single-legged, porcelain base and separate hot and cold…
“That’s not what I said.”
“Come on. You don’t listen to me because you don’t respect me but if your friends said the same thing, you’d listen.”
They’d been here before. Yelling about one thing and then getting lost in other heated, pointless hurts.
Biking frees my soul.