Everywhere Sweetness. Buying art at the show on the island and knowing just where I wanted it. Not the fight with my mother over hanging a print in my kitchen and the 1 inch difference of opinion.
Not being at Burning Man for set up week, but watching Milo swim on his back, floating on his own confidence.
Purging all of the text books for my first degree after 25 years. Feeling the weight, saying thank you, letting go. Unpacking a box of thin books of poems and remembering that version of myself and giving her space on the shelf again.
Inviting people over and telling them to bring their own food and them saying YES. Not nauseous with anxiety at the very thought of a dinner party. And doing it for my husband is away. Thanking the couple stayed behind and wash the dishes.
Everywhere sweetness. Not being angry and not needing to talk about her.
Everywhere sweetness. Coming home with looser pants, sun kissed skin and wanting to do it again. Not feeling burdened by friends or angry at my lack of boundaries because I have a place to vent, here is my place to be heard, a place to be listened to.
Hearing my voice, seeing my life that I've made an tasting honey honey everywhere.