The change in my heartbeat
Writer's block has been hitting hard lately. Sometimes I get caught up in the feeling that I should only share my best work - like if it's not amazing and exciting, I should keep it to myself. But I don't think that's fair to me or to my readers. Sometimes things are just regular and real.
So here's something regular and real:
I joined the loyalty program at my local flower shop. I'm a firm believer in consistency, in doing the things I did in the beginning even when they're not new and fun anymore. This shop lets me put my own bouquets together. Now "Just Because" flowers are a regular thing.
Shit only gets old and boring if you let it.
Carnation blooms are kind of crazy. And those roses that look like they have a million petals? Those come in May.
I turned 30. C and I found my favorite rye whiskey at a liquor store in Roxborough. It was my first birthday in 30 years that I didn't hear from my family at midnight.
Sometimes C lays on my chest and I think of telling her something and I worry that the change in my heartbeat will give me away before my lips do.
I'm writing this sitting on my porch as the sun sets. It smells like grass because mine was freshly mowed today. I'm drinking my favorite cocktail, made with my favorite whiskey. I guess it's the simple things sometimes.