Dear Daddy

When I was a kid we played a game called “Lion”. You would chase us around while we laughed and hid, wanting you to catch us so that you would tickle us until we screamed. Then you would ‘die’, falling to the ground with a huff. 

We’d relish in the moment of victory for hot second before we decided we wanted Daddy to chase us some more. I would be always sent by my oh so loving older sisters to wake you up (by jumping over your legs if anyone was wondering).

This is one of my favorite memories.

Moments of laughter and joy, being a kid with my protecting, fun Daddy. 

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Environment is Important

“I’m going to work.”

“Where do you work?”

“Oh… I’m a writer.”

“So, where are you going?”

As a writer, you have to create your own working environment. Setting aside the work you do to actually get paid, you still have to make time for your craft. And this work can’t be a second thought, or something you do in bed right before you go to sleep.

Unless that is your perfect environment.

Swim

The waters rise I’m afraid I might die but I swim until the water covers my eyes.

The waves are rolling and the sea crashes, unforgiving and controlling.

I don’t want to give up the fight to save my life and make it all right.

I’m lost in the ocean. I’m falling, drowning in slow motion, losing all emotion.

It’s when everything goes black, and I know that, I won’t make it back.

I don’t know how long I’m gone. I wake up to a soft song, mourning who I was.

I thrash and suck in for breath before I stop and embrace the easy, final death.

I’m one with the sea, became one of it’s creatures and let go of all I would be.