i want to write myself a sweet love letter that highlights all the work i have been able to accomplish in the last 34 years. in this love letter i would hug myself dearly for surviving so resiliently the loneliness i often felt as a child. i want to hold in light that child that felt confused when her mother would refuse a hug. that middle child trying to make peace with family, and who has grown up desiring to find peace in herself.
35 is nearing. tears flow abundantly. watering the seeds, the gardens i have planted across this city.