Things noticed.
Things kept.

I didn’t leave the garbage open again, much to the husband’s chagrin. But also, I leave the garbage open; he leaves the dog food out on the counter. Same thing, right? And yet, he doesn’t show up much lately. I’ve learned to accept what happened. What my role in it was. So sometimes, he’ll come. It’s fine. We can laugh for a moment.

The masculine, the feminine—the fun strawberry leather pouch, the ritual itself. The mention of astrology amidst reports and coaching conversations. Today: the doing it my own way. Keep making waves, dude.

Did I say something nice just to be nice? Maybe. I still meant it, though. I’ll fit the mold to help. You need me to cover four branches? Sure, I’ll do it. What did I agree to? We’ll be okay. The Pleaser wants everything to be okay. It will be.

The ritual itself. Tonight has been lovely. A smile graces my face.

Today as well, so many friends joined us today. I barely noticed at the time—how nice to notice now. Missing my mom, what an incredible woman she was. And yes, I miss her fondly, dearly, emotionally so.

As I type this very sentence, feeling the aches and pulls of the night’s embrace. Come to bed, lay. Stretch, roll. But expand.

Hmm, haven’t met you in a while. I shrink the thought: no time, not worth wasting it on that. Perhaps the suppression of: “Just one more week—indulge a bit longer. Thirty-two is almost here. After your birthday, we will ground.”

Is it nice and prideful when called boss or chief? Is it easier to say no? Lack empathy? Not so.

Picky. Did the bag I got today look like the photos exactly? No. Hmmmm, peculiar. Was it worth it? Discerning. Some yes, some no. The tanks today were not correct, but the henley was soft, the polo silky. Maybe the Snob is here more than I notice. Standards aren’t always bad, though.

Emotionally stable. Grounded. Resilient. I am he. He sits with me and slows down. Take the time to revisit the body. Slowly roll the neck, draw the shoulders away and down. Notice the small chinks as the bones grind together, as the cartilage (definitely not spelled correctly, hah) bends. I fold in on myself and it’s almost as if I’m bowing in reverence to myself. Drop your tongue from the roof of your mouth. Stop grinding your teeth. Just breathe. Feel your belly push against your lap. Feel the air from the fan graze your shoulder blades.

Cool blazer—I made one with pearls. I’m bringing it next week to Vegas. Eyes on me? That’s cool. Come say hi. Let’s chat. May I show you what I made? How are you? Overly sensitive? …… maybe. Sensitive enough for Earth? Probably.