Nothing quite like it huh..
The darkest before the..?
The City suffocation
met with a hand
asking to dance..
In the yellow jeep—
On the lake house dock—
At the formals and those ‘parties’
In the backyard with the bonfires—
On the top of our lungs.
At the NYC extravaganzas and all those weekend shows
The City of suffocation
met with a hand
asking to dance..
In the Uber—
On the Amtrak—
At the 100s of airports and all those adventures
In the sunshine of JAX—
On the island of Aruba—
At every
‘hey how’ve ya been?!’
but the moreso
‘see ya soon!’
The City suffocation
met with a hand
asking to dance..
In the kitchen—
On the sidewalks of Back Bay—
At the apartment—
that we
once called
Ours.
The City suffocation
met with a hand
that let—
…
…
…go.
In the bedroom.
On the 6th.
At the end—
of my—
world.
Paralyzed.
Numb.
The City suffocation..
A pride check—
A truck ride—
A bridge.
The all ‘too familiars’
welcomed home with a
darkness.
Yet a renewal
out of something..
Broken—
A ‘failure-of-being’
met with a
comeback story.
The ocean—
Mom’s check-in hugs—
Your ‘small town’ self—
Family Sunday dinners—
Where it all began.
Give it a chance..
what’s really left to lose?
Familiar saviors
with the warmth of
our younger selves and
all our innocent soccer days—
met with strangers and a sense of
out of place-gratefulness.
A phoenix in a sense
and of the sorts
of it.
5+ years later.
Look at this fire—
remember this fire
of simple—
yet pure—
and the most genuine—
magic.
The darkest.
Darkness.
Light it all on fire.
Jetty jumps.
Ocean dives.
The unplanned comeback story.
The City suffocation
met with a hand..
this time—of her own—
telling her to
…
…
…dance.
Thank you so much for the kind words. I have found it almost refreshing writing about myself, using my personal “disadvatages” to my strengths. Thank you so muh for your support! Keep doing what you do, and never change. The world needs more kind hearted and genuine humans like you. -xoxo A
Keep standing tall.. on your tippy toes and fight for what you believe is right! That’s definitely more than enough reason to be so proud of yourself and to love yourself. Thank you for sharing. <3Lauren
genuine, whole hearted, full send 0-100.
pinky promises with a side of sticky noted kind words–and those reminders I know you’ll forget about otherwise..
the ‘who are you when no one’s watching?’ type of real, and the ‘don’t do something to someone that you wouldn’t want done to you’ type of deals.
work hard, work harder, then play a little harder too.
the little bit of ‘extras’ with a side of ‘I was just thinking of you.’
values that hold a foundation, respect that demands the arrival,
honesty to keep it all true, and humbleness to bring the pieces full circle.
finding strength in the harder things, while staying grateful too–
using the big girls’ voice, for the ones who get swept under the rug
Team Tippy Toes for the ones told to ‘stay small’
putting both feet back down to stand for the principles that matter
and reminders of “one day at a time” for those forgetting who they are–
stay humble, stay kind, stay genuine, stay true,
stay weird, stay you.
3 Tippy Toe steps forward, and 1 of em’ back,
well hey, that’s still progress–
and I love you for that.
Your letter is beautifully written, A. It captures the essence of being genuine, kind, and true to oneself. Your words inspire strength, resilience, and a commitment to stand up for what matters. Keep embracing your uniqueness and making progress, one step at a time.
Thank you so much for the kind words. I have found it almost refreshing writing about myself, using my personal “disadvatages” to my strengths. Thank you so muh for your support! Keep doing what you do, and never change. The world needs more kind hearted and genuine humans like you. -xoxo A
Keep standing tall.. on your tippy toes and fight for what you believe is right! That’s definitely more than enough reason to be so proud of yourself and to love yourself. Thank you for sharing. <3Lauren
Another 1st of the year
Another round of
“”resolution-ists’ bullshit”
Another set..of another pair..
Of numbers.
No, no. No more numbers.
Just the year of
The More and The Less-es.
The Simples.
more kitchen ballet dances.
less quiet cries.
more lyrics that get ya
less of the ones
that were used..
simply to manipulate
you.
more ‘look how far we’ve come’ s
less ‘i’m supposed to be so much further’ s
More of the simply Simples.
More–
“i’m sorry i hurt you.”
“i’m here if you wanna talk.”
“we can get through this.”
“how can i help?”
“it’s gonna get better.”
“thanks for having my back.”
“i got you–always.”
“you’re stuck with me..”
“–promise?”
Always.
I literally said out loud “Awww” when I finished reading this. I can feel your heart in this piece. Don’t be afraid to have fair boundaries and expectations from yourself and others. No excuses. You are so worthy. This is the year you are going to maintain what I call your circle of peace. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of our…read more
I literally said out loud “Awww” when I finished reading this. I can feel your heart in this piece. Don’t be afraid to have fair boundaries and expectations from yourself and others. No excuses. You are so worthy. This is the year you are going to maintain what I call your circle of peace. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of our…read more
I remember being so anxious before turning 30. I began to evaluate and question everything about my life, from “Is there where I’m supposed to be in life?” to “Can I still wear short skirts?” My mind was racing. But 30 came and went and nothing really changed. keep living life. Keep enjoying life. And just keep being the best you. Thank you for s…read more