Feed the soul. For some, restfulness and quietude come easy. For others, like me, we have to work at it, purposefully. I try to keep a big-ass Zulu basket of crafts, mittens, books, and dried snacks in my car for those moments I need to make a quick getaway. Find me on the beach, basket full of warm pretty things.
You are not good with math, a little funny, close to your weight goal, almost there, pretty when you smile, a work in progress, runner-up, sort of shy, procrastinating, just a girl, better when no one’s watching, the last one chosen, overthinking it, ambitious, average, a slow reader, just not his type, quiet at parties, too loud, emotional, lacking stamina, too dark, in need of some color, a little damaged enough.