she came bearing gifts

I have sung her praises before, and now I'm going to sing them once more. sara kaye larson is a masterful adventure companion. she is currently in LA taking a break from the hot wet heat of memphis. I am thankful for the unbearable tennessee summers. sara is here. with sara, comes new experience. trips to northerly lakes at dawn, prison museums, ghost towns, historic walks, beautiful buildings, desert thrifting, and hollywood hotel pools. sara reminds me that I shouldn't wait for her visits to discover my own downtown. all I have to do is open up and get out.

an important reminder

love is alive and well. believe.

eye on the prize, I wake.

I'm silly. I stay up till 4 AM watching silly movies, eating silly snacks, thinking silly things, getting silly stomach aches. there's nothing silly about heartache. but it is often very silly how we choose to move through its murky waters in search of a day at the beach. white sand. turquoise water.

I am ready. I am ready for land. 

today I woke up with a different feeling about the day than many of the days before. I didn't dread its empty contents. I didn't feel weighted down by its absence of plans. I got out of bed (which may not be regarded as an accomplishment, but is). I showered. I ate breakfast. I left my house. I went for a walk. I am here, trying to say more than "I don't know". I mean, I don't know, but I want to say something regardless. I walk a path paved in what was and I am moving forward grateful that I have made it here. each step is a victory, in any life. each smile an achievement. the little things are as big as you let them be. life's as simple as you allow it. happiness is the goal, all goals melded for the sake of joyful alchemy. eye on the prize, I wake.