April 24, 2024
Two weeks before your 37th birthday.
Oh, heavily filtered, sure.
But look at you.
Do you recognize yourself?
I try to keep the curls up for you
But said hello to cowboy copper these last few seasons
I think mom went red in her thirties
She just set up an appointment with a therapist again
You’re grateful.
You survived the coldest winter you ever fought
But then spring came
And your sister rang that bell
You know, that bell
You sure do complain a lot, still
But all you do is
“Try try try”
In your work, your words, your love, your passion
You stopped watching so much TV
You listen to music every chance you get
When you’re not writing, you’re thinking about writing
You’re astonished at your greatest creation, yet
She looks so much like you
But is much more comfortable in her place in the world
You couldn’t have dreamt her up, if you tried
A fire that lights the path back to girlhood
Back to innocence
Back to freedom
Back to wildness
This experience is your most sacred ever.
Connection, learning, challenging yourself
Become the things you yearn for
You travel the world
Shake hands of brilliant minds from diverse cultures
All those years you made mom cry are forgotten
She tells you how proud she is of you, constantly
But most importantly, sweet girl, you’re free.
No leash. No birdcage.
Just an open road
An open heart
Don’t you dare ever forget
You’ve remained loyal to exactly who you were born to be.
