confession: in my perception of the world, florida is a different country, cuban coffee is a hard-core drug, screen-covered pool enclosures are brilliant, hurricanes can’t touch live oaks with drapes of spanish moss because live oaks are the strongest, oldest, most majestic trees in the south.
confession: this week i’ve met people who instantly loved me because of my connection to someone they love. i loved them for the same reason. if we realized that we are connected with everyone it would be easily automatic to instantly love everyone we meet.
confession: i get snippy when i need sleep, food, or alone time.
confession: peanut butter and jelly on white bread is what the little girl inside me wants for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. i never buy white bread, but sometimes it comes with the barbecue that ends up in my fridge.
confession: at this moment a new baby i’ll love throughout my life is making its entrance into the world. this child’s mother had her labor induced at 7:30 a.m. i’m waiting all day to hear that both mother and child are safe and healthy. if i lived 1,200 miles north, i’d be waiting with her at the hospital. we’re scared. we’re excited. scared and excited feel almost the same.
confession: i keep booking trips away from home. i’m running away from what is familiar and painful. i’m running to whatever is new and distracting.