I have started and stopped writing this post so many times over the last 3 months. I've written the lines in my head in the shower in the morning, sudsing and smiling, ready to cheerfully take on the day at any one of my 4 (5?) part-time gigs---then erased those sentiments hours later while hunched ... View Post
If I had an orchard, I’d work till I’m sore.
[Antique turquoise squash blossom necklace + Lillia's Closet robe + a rare stress-free moment.] I was raised up believing I was somehow unique / Like a snowflake distinct among snowflakes / Unique in each way you can see. And now, after some thinking / I'd say I'd rather be a functioning cog ... View Post

