I got nothing done today

But all this nothing adds up

to a whole lot of everything

And all these days of nothing and no one

Will lead to a life that was full of love

Craving beauty is as natural as hunger for a good meal

I long for beautiful things

But my appetite for beautiful has been tainted

Chasing constant entertainment will not leave me fulfilled. It will not erase the difficult things that have happened, nor will It out run any hardships that are to come.

There is no date for it on the calendar, but my favorite days are the in between days. The perfect middle between winter and spring and the day when you can feel summer start to ever so slightly relent in favor of autumn.

But somehow my subconscious need to be independent and self sufficient leaks all over my children. “I figure it out myself. I don’t ask for help. why do they??” Whispers a voice deep inside.

Now is the transition

When successs is measured

Not by doing but being

Not accomplishing

But experiencing

Plans exist in the recesses of my mind

A to do list that never makes it to paper

But hands are full and it gets pushed to later

So if 35 is middle age here is to growing and changing the rest of my life.

May I see more fruit in the last half than the first half.

And let me look back and say, it’s only getting better.

Dreams feel too intangible

Like a breath

I’m unwilling to release

For fear of losing it

He can

He will

He has

And

He is.