What’s in my pocket?
A movie ticket. From 8 years ago. My first date with a guy I hardly dated. We walked into the wrong theater and sat through the wrong movie, but loved it. Soon after, I left him to be with a friend of his while he was on tour outside the country. I was too scared to confront him, to face the truth and be honest. What’s in my pocket? Fears and mistakes.
A photograph of my niece, from when she was little. To remind me that no matter where I go in the world, and how isolated or alone I might feel, family is always with me and I am with them. What’s in my pocket? Endless love.
An ongoing collection of quotes. Things I hear, read, come up with myself. Lines from poems, movies, books. Some famous, some obscure and random. Lines my friends have said to me about me. Lines I have said to myself about life. Reminders about mistakes I have repeatedly made. What’s in my pocket? Inspiration.
An energy gel wrapper from today’s morning long run. A reminder that I have a goal to strive towards. That I am a runner. What’s in my pocket? Perseverance.
House keys. To remind me that I have a place to return to everyday. A roof over my head. A place called home, with my bed, my comforter, my wall art, and my things. What’s in my pocket? Gratitude.
A tissue. For the constantly sniffling nose.