Isn’t it ironic?

I've fought for a lot of things. For a lot of people. Spoke about causes I believed in. For a time, I thought I was brave. Yes, this four-eight. This introvert. This quiet presence. So brave... Until I had to fight for me. . . . And that's kind of sad. 🙂

Friday

Presents and Such Tea Room and Cafe Last day of my work week. I feel deplete. My social batteries are so low. I'd want to recharge but I can't do it yet due to things out of my control. I suck in more air. Inhale. Exhale. I feel it is not enough to exhale. Perhaps, … Continue reading Friday

An ode to calendars and a lost friend

Just recently, lost a friend to an asthma attack. After-party fatigue. Odd-switching weather. A couple of factors that pile up. He's heart stopped. That's one defining moment. And it's over.  The next morning, I woke up early for his wake. I woke up feeling different, like the morning's just different from all the mornings I've … Continue reading An ode to calendars and a lost friend