Indigo to lilac to muted gray
Some 2025 ins & outs:
In: Allowing myself to acknowledge when I’m good at something.
In: Understanding that confusion & inconsistency mean NO.
In: 2 hour long conversations on the phone.
In: Purple hearts.
In: Warm lighting.
Out: Holding onto things that are too heavy.
Out: Settling for an “eh” when I deserve a “hell yea”.
Out: Feeling stuck.
Out: Sunken cost fallacy.
Out: Waiting for a better time.
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There’s something about catching the highway home at 5am, hours before a storm hits. You can feel the anticipation in the air. Everyone and everything is waiting.
It’s winter in Philly. The wind bites against my cheeks and makes my eyes water.
I couldn’t fall asleep when I got home. I stared out the window as the first snowflakes whispered against the glass. I thought about the way her fingers whisper soft lines along my tattoos. I watched the sky change from indigo to lilac to muted gray.
The wind is howling. I wonder if this is the kind of wind that Dorothy got carried away in. I wonder if this is the kind of wind that swallowed Amelia Earhart up. I wonder why I’m thinking so hard about being swept up by something I can’t see.